chrono-wars: legacy of past

December 17, 1903 – Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina

Elara emerged from the Time Pod onto a cold, windswept field. The air smelled of damp earth and salt from the nearby Atlantic Ocean.

This was the day that would change the course of human history—the first successful powered flight by the Wright brothers.

And the Revisionists were here to stop it.

"Chrono, status report."

**"Anomaly detected:

1. Wright Flyer sabotage attempt.

2. Possible attempt to discredit or delay aviation history."**

Elara's heart pounded. The Wright brothers' 12-second flight was a turning point for human innovation. Without it, progress toward modern aviation, space exploration, and even time travel could be delayed—or worse, erased.

She tightened her coat against the cold. She had to ensure that flight happened.

The Wright Brothers' Last Preparations

Elara spotted Orville and Wilbur Wright near their fragile-looking flyer, making final adjustments.

Nearby, a few witnesses—including a local man named John Daniels—stood ready to document history.

But something was off.

A man dressed in period clothing, but with subtly modern boots, was lingering too close to the aircraft.

A Revisionist.

Elara watched as he discreetly poured a fine powder onto the flyer's engine.

Her stomach dropped—gunpowder residue. If ignited, the engine wouldn't start—it would explode.

"Chrono, confirm substance."

"Flammable compound detected. Probability of sabotage: 98%."

Damn it.

Elara moved.

Preventing the Sabotage

She approached, pretending to be a curious local.

"Fine machine you have there," she said, smiling at the Wright brothers. "Will it really fly?"

Wilbur chuckled. "We certainly hope so."

Orville wiped his hands on a rag. "Just a few more adjustments, and we'll give it a try."

The Revisionist turned, clearly annoyed at her presence. He slipped his hand toward his coat pocket—probably holding a hidden matchstick to ignite the residue.

Elara acted fast.

She tripped forward, knocking into him. The matchstick fell into the sand.

The man hissed. "Watch where you're going."

Elara kicked sand over the residue, diluting it.

The Wright brothers remained unaware, continuing their preparations.

The Revisionist glared at her. "I don't know who you are," he whispered, "but you're in the wrong place."

Elara smirked. "I get that a lot."

Before he could react, she slammed her knee into his stomach, grabbed his hidden communicator, and yanked the device's power cell free.

The Revisionist staggered backward, cursing.

"Chrono," Elara whispered, "open a time rift."

A small, shimmering portal appeared behind the man—before he could recover, she shoved him through.

He vanished into the rift.

One less problem.

History Takes Flight

With the sabotage prevented, Elara stepped back as Orville Wright climbed into the cockpit.

The small crowd held its breath.

Wilbur ran alongside, holding the plane steady as Orville powered the engine.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then—

The flyer lifted off the ground.

12 seconds. 120 feet.

The first controlled, powered flight in human history.

Elara smiled.

History was intact.

The Revisionists' True Goal

As the crowd cheered, Chrono beeped.

"Anomaly detected. Revisionists' objective was not just sabotage. Additional motive unknown."

Elara frowned. If the Revisionists weren't just here to stop the flight, what were they after?

Then she saw it.

A small, metal device, half-buried in the sand near the launch site. It had alien-like engravings—not from this time.

Her breath caught.

This wasn't just about aviation.

The Revisionists were searching for something buried across history.

Something far older than human civilization.

And she had just found another piece of the puzzle.

Next Mission Detected:

"Chrono, locate the next anomaly."

A pause. Then—

"Anomaly detected: July 16, 1945. The Trinity Test."

Elara's blood ran cold.

The first atomic bomb test.

The moment that introduced nuclear warfare to humanity.

And the Revisionists were about to tamper with it.