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The Warrior Victorious
By Sharon Green



Chapter 1

The room was extremely clean, but also suffered from other sorts of extremes.
For one thing, it was small and very bare and had no windows or closets or
furniture except for the narrow bed-

For one thing. I stopped pacing and sat on the edge of the high bed, putting a
hand to my head. Ever since Id awakened in that tiny cell of a room my mind
had been acting strangely, flying in all directions trying to get a grip on
the reality Iii been dropped into from somewhere. At least I thought it was
reality, but I wouldn't have bet anything valuable on the possibility. I'd
never seen a room like that before, with nothing in it but a bed, stark white
ceiling and walls, and a warmly resilient matching white floor. Even the bed
frame was rounded and very soft, made of something other than metal, and there
had to be a door somewhere even if I couldn't find it. The light was
artificial and came from nowhere and everywhere, letting me see the thin
white-garment-Id awakened in. The thing had a round neck and sleeves that
almost reached my elbows, but didn't go down any farther than the middle of my
thighs. It closed with a full-length frontal tab and didn't quite show my
otherwise naked body through its thin fabric, but I didn't feel cold in it.
The room was more than warm enough, no drafts and not stuffy and-

"Okay, enough of that," I told myself aloud, the faintest touch of annoyance
easing the terrible fear that had gripped me as soon as I'd opened my eyes.
"You don't know where you are or what's happening, but you should remember
what went on before you reached this point. Start with that, and see if you
can work your way up to the present."

I took a deep breath, realizing I'd given myself good advice, but bringing
back the past might not prove to be done as easily as said. It somehow didn't
feel as clear to me as it should have, and until then I'd been afraid to touch
the fabric of it, half anticipating an immediate crumbling if I did. Right
then I understood I really had no other choice than to try, so I lay down
across the narrow bed and made the effort.

I had no trouble remembering I was Terrilian Reya, a Prime of the Centran
Amalgamation who usually lived on Central. It had been quite some time since
I'd been on Central, I knew that as well, which meant I must have been
elsewhere Mediating for the Amalgamation. Being a Prime Xenomediator meant I
traveled a lot, and I'd been doing it for a fair amount of years. Since the
assignment was obviously over I must have been returned to Central, and that
meant I was also turned off

Turned off. I lay very still as that thought came to me, a thought I couldn't
remember ever having had before, but one I knew beyond doubt was true. I