*Yes: Aches, Athority, And An Aranged Polygamist Marraige...*

You wake an indeterminate time later, your whole chest aches, and you can feel the remaining pain of several cracked and dislocated ribs.

^Again, he is a survivor, this is a worthy specimen indeed!^ Comes Berylia's voice, and you open your eyes groggily. The first thing that you see is that you are in that huge four poster bed, and the second is that you are dressed in a custom designed male variation of the armored body glove that seems to be standard attire around here...

^What happened?^ You croak, and the others look at you with a smile.

^You have passed the first, second, and third tests Personal Family, and now that you are healed, we are to be wedded,^ Berylia informs you.

^Healed? How long was I out?^ You ask.

^Four galactic standard months Personal, the palace physician only released you from the Intensive Care Unit last night,^ Greywind says.

It is at this point that you realize all four of what you are coming to think of as the 'High Council' are sporting noticeable "Baby Bumps", and looking at you like...

^Did you all have sex with me while I was in a coma?!^ You ask horrified.

^No! That would have been completely unethical!^ Ellowyn exclaims.

^Then who's the father?^ You ask.

^You silly,^ Berylia says, tousling your hair, (which you realize is now down to your shoulders...) but at your look of confusion explains. ^You were under round-the-clock observation, we just waited for you to have what you call a "wet dream" and gathered the samples released to use in in-vitro fertilization,^ Berylia says.

^How do you know the words "Wet Dream"?^ you ask.

^It appears that for certain sensitive people you broadcast your thoughts while you sleep. Each of us is one of those sensitive individuals, we've been sleeping in the same room with you and sharing your dream state, we all know "English" about as well as you do at this point.^ Ellowyn explains.

"Then why are we speaking Salutar?" you ask in English.

^Don't use English if you can help it!^ Greywind whispers. ^Because no one but you and us know that language it can be used for secret communication among our group,^ she explains.

^Okay, that makes sense, and since I know Salutar I guess we can go with that: but why are we whispering?^ You whisper back.

^Even in this most secure part of the palace you always have to be wary of spies.^ Berylia says, then resumes the normal conversation. ^Ahem: as I was saying, you have passed the first through third tests of the Kilodar, now only two remain, which will both take longer. Now that you have passed the second test, you may be told about all the tests. The first test was your arrival: 'He who is the Kilodar will come to your world against his will, **** from his homeworld and crashed on ours. He will sicken, but recover, proving his genes strong.' The second test was the fight with the royal impregnator. 'He who is the Kilodar will fight one of the best males of the nation in which he lands. He will fight not like a male but like a female, arming himself with a woman's weapon(s) and killing his rival in close quarters. He must not know of this test before he undertakes it, else all futures are uncertain.' The third test was us being able to share your dreams. 'The third sign by which you shall know the Kilodar is that he shall share his dreaming with at least four women among you and they shall, therefore, learn the Kilodar's language.'^ Berylia explains.

^The first half of the fourth test is your seed getting us pregnant, but that's not the end of it. 'The fourth sign by which you shall know the Kilodar is that even though he is not of our race his seed can give rise to a new life among us. His seed will create sons who are intelligent like a woman, and can speak as women do.'^ Berylia continues.

^And lastly, 'Once the true Kilodar passes all of these tests, only one hurdle remains before you may be certain he is the true Kilodar: the disparate tribes and nations of the Salutar will unite to act as one race: be it with fire and blades, or words and pictures. When this happens, all will know he is truly the Kilodar, and he will lead our race into glory. Much more will be the trials and challenges of the Kilodar, but the future of such things grows hazy, and I cannot speak beyond that point for certain...' Such was the end of the prophecies of Omnisha.^ Berylia finishes.

^What happens if you fail to be delivered of a son, or he is unintelligent; like your males?^ you ask.

^You have 18 years to try with each of us, if they all fail, you are a False Kilodar and will be sacrificed.^ Fireblade explains as if there were nothing significant to this...

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