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Hey, all. It's been a while, I know, but its finally here! Part five is up and ready, and its great. And if you think different or othrwise, im open to opinion. I hope you all like it.
-niK


"...And that's what happened." Mark was finishing his short discription of the dream he had the previous night. "I dont know why, but I'm not that surprised." replied Master Po. "It seems as if it were supposed to happen. You having the dream, that is." Mr. Po led Mark down to a door at the bottom of a somewhat long spiral staircase. He opened the door, Mark following him a short distance behind.

"This is the Chronical. It is the home of all records of historical, theological, medical and discoveries or records among others of every individual Toreki warroir, from the year 1256 to present time. I'm sure whatever your dream was about could be explained anywhere in here."

The Chronical room was full to bursting with books, ancient scrolls, papyrus tabs, and even a few hundred 'new books', ones that have a touch screen that activates when opened. They all sat in rows and columns of gigantic shelves that lined the room completley. Mr. Po went to a computer on a desk near the far left wall and typed in Mark's name. The registry came out empty.

"I'm sorry, Mark, but I havn't taken the liberty to make a registry for you yet. I'll get right to that. While I do this, why don't you have a look around? I'm sure you might find something about a Toreki warrior that interests you. Move along."

Mark went down one row of selves to a lane marked '36 b- 1500-1600'. Those must be the years they lived, He thought to himself. He kept walking down the walkway at a steady pace for a few minutes until master Po finally called him. He raced back to the desk.

"I've finished, Mark. Your name and information are now in the archives of the Chronical." he said. "You can even see you friends' registries, but we don't have time for that now. Who did you say you saw in this dream you had?"

Mark responded, "Well, I saw the Angel fighting this kind of middle-aged guy who had an ensignia on his ankle, just like mine, except it was more detailed and had one more thing on it."

"Well, try to draw it." suggested Mr. Po. He handed Mark a pencil and paper.

"Well, mine looks like this." He showed him his ankle, and sure enough, it was right above his left ankle, just like the man's in his dream. "And it looked kind of like this." he said. He started out by sketching his scar, the left half of a heart with vertical lines going up on the tips, and a rectangle with the left longer line taken out and put near the half- heart. Then, to make it the man's, he put a curved line connecting the top of the top line on the heart to the bottom shorter line on the partial rectangle.

"See?" said Mark.

"The only difference is that line." Master Po said, "Well, then, let's try to find it. If he was a Toreki warrior, he might be in here."

Mr. Po scanned the picture Mark had drawn and put it into the computer. He searched to find any matches. Astonishingly to both of them, there was only one search result. 29-a, it said: 1300-1450. Mark followed Master Po, looking at the shelves and shelves of records, looking for the numbers. Finally, after about 30 or 40 rows, the found a flashing light. The computer must have set off some sort of homing beacon. Mark reached up and pulled out a large stack of papers and books. They searched for a few minutes until Mr. Po found the picture. The name read Arther Dras. Mark had a grandfather with the last name Dras. He was amazed. "No way!"


[Continued in part six- roots]