chrono-wars: legacy of past

July 4, 1776 – Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Elara adjusted her cloak as she stepped into the crowded streets of Philadelphia. The air buzzed with tension. It was the day that would define a nation—the signing of the Declaration of Independence.

And the Revisionists were here to erase it.

She glanced at the parchment in her satchel—a forged duplicate of the Declaration. If the original was destroyed or altered, America's future could be rewritten.

Her mission was clear: ensure history stayed intact.

"Chrono, status report."

**"Anomaly detected:

1. Revisionist agents inside Independence Hall, planning to intercept the signing.

2. A plot to assassinate Thomas Jefferson before the Declaration is finalized."**

Elara's heart pounded. If Jefferson died before the signing, the very idea of American independence could crumble.

She had to act fast.

The Plot Against Jefferson

Dressed as a servant, Elara slipped into City Tavern, a popular meeting place for the revolutionaries.

Inside, Jefferson sat at a wooden table, deep in conversation with John Adams and Benjamin Franklin. Papers were spread before them—the final draft of the Declaration.

Across the room, a man in a red coat watched them closely.

Elara tensed. The assassin.

She moved swiftly, weaving through the crowd. The man reached into his coat—a flintlock pistol gleamed in his hand.

Without hesitation, Elara grabbed a bottle of ale from a passing tray and smashed it across his wrist.

The gun fired—but the shot missed, embedding itself in the wooden beam above Jefferson's head.

The room erupted into chaos.

Elara spun, striking the assassin in the gut. He gasped, dropping the pistol. Guards swarmed in, grabbing him before he could escape.

Jefferson stood, pale but unharmed. His eyes locked onto Elara.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"A friend of history," she said, and disappeared into the crowd.

Saving the Declaration

The failed assassination attempt confirmed her fears—the Revisionists were desperate.

Now, they would try to alter the document itself.

Elara hurried toward Independence Hall.

Inside, the Continental Congress was preparing for the final signing.

Dozens of men sat in heavy wooden chairs, heated debates filling the room. On a grand oak table, the Declaration of Independence rested—ready to be signed.

But something was wrong.

One of the men—a delegate she didn't recognize—was holding a quill dipped in strange ink.

Elara's pulse quickened. The ink shimmered unnaturally—a Revisionist forgery.

If he altered even a single word, the Declaration could become a different document entirely.

She moved.

Disguised as a clerk, she approached the table, carrying her forged duplicate.

The fake delegate lowered his quill toward the parchment—

Elara tripped forward, "accidentally" knocking over an inkwell.

Dark liquid spilled across the table.

Gasps filled the room as the delegate pulled back, cursing.

Elara swiftly switched the real Declaration with her duplicate, then snatched the forged quill from the Revisionist's hand.

The man's eyes flashed with anger—but he couldn't act without revealing himself.

Benjamin Franklin sighed. "Gentlemen, it appears we require fresh ink."

The signing proceeded.

History remained unchanged.

But as Elara left the hall, she felt eyes on her.

The Revisionists had failed today—but they weren't done.

They were searching for something hidden in history.

And she was going to find it first.

Next Mission Detected:

"Chrono, locate the next anomaly."

A long pause. Then—

"Anomaly detected: May 29, 1453. The Fall of Constantinople."

Elara's breath caught.

The Revisionists were targeting the end of the Byzantine Empire.

And whatever they wanted there—it could change the world forever.