Chapter 19
Beka walked quietly to the Museum thinking about all the things the girls, Rhade and her friends had said. Rhade had told her that he would meet her at the museum.
"Ah, Matriarch, you are here, the Admiral is already inside," a short pudgy man with graying hair exclaimed.
Beka looked and noticed the structure of the building it looked like one from Earth years ago. It had Georgian pillars and a statue of a man she presumed to Friedrich Nietzsche. She followed the man inside and saw that everything was made of marble or some kind of iron.
Figures that they would use some of the strongest things to make this museum, Beka thought.
Walking into the curator's office Beka tried not to look at the Nietzchean waiting.
"Well let's get started," the curator smiled at the two offering them each a chair.
"We have translated most of the scroll, though it doesn't speak of why you were chosen as the matriarch, Captain Valentine. It does however tell us of your pregnancy even though it is only slightly. We really don't understand it all, but I will try to explain of what we do know. The scroll talks about an avatar that saw a lifetime filled with peace, but only if you had children. The avatar as it were tried pushing the two of you together, except nothing every became of it. Then it tells us about your first pregnancy will be a set of four girls and then…"
Beka had been listening to bits and pieces of the curator's speech, but suddenly her head shot and she looked directly at him, "What do you mean 'first pregnancy'?"
"Well the scroll mentions of at least three other pregnancies. One single birth, which would be male, a set of twin girls, and a set of triplet boys."
Beka turned ghostly white and dropped her head to the floor never looking at the Nietzchean staring at her.
"Right now we are primarily trying to figure out who this avatar is and how this pregnancy came about and whether the others will happen the same way," the man continued.
"I believe I can explain that," a voice rang out from the door way behind them.