"I'm not sure this is the best idea." Clark said as they thumped up the stairs to the loft after depositing Kara in her room at nearly one o'clock in the morning. "It's late."

Chloe turned. "Clark, I can't just drop this because I'm a little tired. I keep thinking back to something Lara told me when we were on Krypton. She said that if we acted fast enough, more than one life would be saved. I had thought that she meant Kara. But what if somehow this all comes back to my mother, too?" Continuing up the stairs, Chloe grabbed a journal and opened it, handing it to Clark when she found it was filled with Kryptonian symbols. "The clues are waiting here for us to find."

"Okay, and then what?" Clark opened the journal and looked down. "How do we explain to your uncle and father how we understood Kryptonian enough to read these without Kara and I getting shipped off to Area 51?"

"We crack the code." Chloe smiled, turning pages in a scrapbook she'd found. Her eyes widened, and she lifted the book up for Clark to see. Several photos of Chloe's mother were there, one in the Kiwatchee caves, and others with her class on the Reservation. "See that bracelet she's wearing?" She pointed to an intricate silver bracelet that seemed to have an oblong locket on the front. "I remember this. Mom wore it all the time. It's inventoried with her belongings, but it's not here."

"Do you think the bracelet might have something to do with this?" Clark asked after studying the picture for a moment and Chloe shrugged.

"It doesn't look like that Kiwatchee bracelet you're saving." Chloe looked at it again. "But I don't see it in any pictures dated before her arrival at the reservation and it's not here now." Chloe turned the scrapbook page. "But you can read Kryptonian, and Kara can, too. Between the two of you, we could recreate a key for the language in no time."

"True." Clark opened the journal Chloe had given him. "Listen to this…" The great Library, at one time the archive of all knowledge throughout the galaxy was destroyed in the first onslaught." Clark looked up. "Onslaught of what, I wonder?"

"Of the first dynasty of Zod." Kara's voice drifted to Clark and Chloe from the landing. "They attacked the great cities of Krypton and destroyed everything. Every school child on Krypton knows that." She appeared, looking tired, but chewing on a large red apple.

Clark and Chloe stared at her. "What?" Kara asked, her eyes wide. "It's true."

"What else does this say?" Clark held the book out to Kara, and she took it, her forehead creased.

"It says that all the information that could be saved was preserved in an archive, far from Krypton. Then there's just a bunch of coordinates." Kara shrugged, biting into her apple and chewing it loudly. "Who wrote this?"

"Why?" Chloe asked, and Kara shook her head.

"It's misspelled, but that's not really the problem." The younger girl nodded. "They started keeping their personal journal entries mixed in with the Kryptonian history they were copying."

"You think they were copying the information from something?" Clark asked. "What makes you think that?"

"Oh, just it's very official." Kara wrinkled her nose. "It's not personal. Except for the journal entries, this could be straight from my tutors curriculum."

"Tutor." Chloe rose, and began to pace. "My mother was a teacher, Clark. What if Jor-El chose her….."

"Jor-El would not chose a human to teach." Kara said simply. "No offense, Chloe, but our history would take years to learn, even for us. Jor-El was a scientist, anyway. He mastered the archiving of information on our crystals."

"Well, Kara, my mother wrote these journals." Chloe held out her hands. "There had to be a reason."

Kara nodded, and put down the journal to pick up another. "There are an awful lot of these."

"Twenty-five years." Clark looked around at the stacks of boxes. "A lifetime."

Nodding, Kara opened the journal and read aloud, her soft voice caressing each word as if it were made of crystal, effortlessly translating the Kryptonian into English.

"'To be fought against: ignorance, despair, need. To be fought for: freedom, security, hope. To be earned: respect, love, friendship. To be given freely: compassion, generosity, assistance.'" Kara looked up. "This is from the second book of Wisdom. We only had pieces of that, it was lost in the destruction of the great Library."

"Where is that journal with the coordinates, Kara?" Clark grabbed at the brown leather journal and flipped through it until he found the page he was looking for. Realization dawned across his face, and Clark met Chloe's questioning glance with a brilliant smile.

"The archive is on the Kiwatchee reservation, Chloe. Your mother stumbled on that, not the caves here in Smallville."

"The festival is tomorrow." Chloe said, looking at her watch. 'Well today at ten. Let's get some sleep, and when we get out there, see if we can't find out more about this archive."

"Chloe, if your mother has found the lost library, there may be no releasing her from it until she has imparted all she was able to take in." Kara closed the journal and set it down reverently. "My tutor told me that even Kryptonian scholars of the time could not leave the library until they had learned all they could, and were ready to share their learning with their students. I have learned all of this." Kara looked over at Clark sadly. Suddenly, Chloe was stricken by the fact that Kara had been born before Clark - already a teenager when Clark had been sent into space. "But he has not."

"So what you are saying is, my mother was chosen to be Clark's tutor?" Chloe asked, aghast. "Not your tutor?"

"My tutor? Well, maybe." Kara nodded. "I have not finished my education. But Clark has not even begun his." She looked down at the journal in her hand again. "I don't know for sure, Chloe. Everything has been very confused since I arrived, but I think I was supposed to come with Clark, to help him. I don't know why I didn't make it to the ship the day he left Krypton, but I'm sure I was supposed to come then too."