THE ECHOES OF TIME

rds the British garrison. As they approached, the sound of drums and bugles filled the air, and the rebels quickened their pace. Maya's senses came alive – the smell of gunpowder, the flash of steel

ere outnumbered. The British forces began to gain ground, pushing the rebels back. Maya knew they had to do something, or risk losing the battle. She remembered a weakness in the British defenses t