bright eyes stepped forward. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone firm but curious. Maya hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "I...I'm Maya," she stammered. "I'm a historian." The g

m. "I know that you're fighting for freedom," she said. "Against the British. I've studied this period in history." The group exchanged surprised glances. "You know of our rebellion?" the young man asked. Maya nodded. "Yes. I know that it's a pivotal moment in history. But I also know that it's not just about winning or losing – it's about the people, the lives lost, the sacrifices made." The group fell silent, regarding her with a newfound respect. "Welcome, Maya," the young man said finally, extending his ha