25th May 1698.
Once the citizens of Sauda realised that it was not the fireworks that were lighting up the sky, but emergency flares to inform the police and the Bharatiyas of the imminent enemy attack, they rushed toward their homes in a frenzy. Shops were shuttered in an instant, and people poured into the streets in blind panic. Some were trampled underfoot, while screams and shouts echoed through the once peaceful avenues. The town had descended into utter chaos.
Officer Henry Papalakis, standing in front of his office, had a serious and sombre look on his face as he looked at the bright red emergency signal flare that continuously shot into the sky.
"Ahh, help!"
"My child! Where is my child?"
"Somebody help me!!!"
