A/N: Hey! This is my first fanfic for The Forbidden Game series so don't be too hard on me if I don't get Julian just right…you don't know how long I have rewritten the plot for this story just to fit his personality…but you gotta love that lovesick shadow man! ENJOY! ;D

I don't own The Forbidden Game series or any of the characters by the amazing L.!

JennyPOV

I often dreamed of Julian. I always kept my promise to him. During the few weeks after the Games ended, I would purposefully dream of Julian and I in several different places. All of them beautiful and full of light. But as the weeks turned into months the dreams became less frequent, not of my doing, and it unnerved me, but I kept trying. As the months flew by, I started to not remember what happened in the dreams, if they even happened at all. But what scared me the most wasn't the fact that I wasn't having the dreams, but the fact that I started to forget. His height, his chiseled features, the length of his fine, snowy white hair, and the way he felt in my arms, but most importantly, the exact color of his impossibly blue eyes. It scared me.

So it was perfectly okay for me to completely freak out when I closed my eyes that night to find myself in a small white room with a single window. Julian leaned against the pane of the window, gazing out, his features tense, eyes incredibly focused. As always, the sight of him rendered me breathless. I took in every inch of him, making sure that, even if this was the last time I would ever see him, I would remember.

In all the other dreams I had with him, I vaguely remembered that he always said the first word, made the first move…so I waited. And after what seemed like an eternity, I took a step forward. Julian's features took on a surprised form, his mouth opening slightly as his head swiveled with an inhuman grace, in my direction. His beautiful, indescribable blue eyes settled on me. His gaze met mine for what seemed like the first time in ages. There was an irrational urgency in his eyes, mixed with what I could faintly decipher as passion.

I took another step forward, but with three strides, Julian cleared the distance between us, and his head dipped down, meeting my lips with his. The kiss was small and sweet. He broke away, closing his eyes and rubbing his face with his hand, as if he had a headache.

"Julian," I breathed, "what's wrong?"

He shook his head as if he didn't know. But when he looked at me, his eyes held such a deep passion that I started to cry.

"No, Jenny," he whispered, his words laced with a tightness I couldn't figure out, "please don't cry."

I pulled myself together, for him, but continued, "Julian, don't lie to me. What's wrong?"

He pulled out of our embrace, bringing his hand up and giving it a casual twirl, even though I could see the pain it brought him. I could faintly see a ribbon of shadows and light, twisting in the air, coming together to form something solid. Something way to familiar. He looked into my eyes, but closed them, as if it were too painful to look at me. He held out the unearthly beautiful silver rose that he conjured for me. I took it, cherishing its silkiness. Looking back up, I saw him take my left hand in both of his. He was examining the ring he had given to me about a year ago, at the end of our first Game. He gingerly slipped it off my finger, dropping my hand. He looked at the inscription on the inside, and then took a deep breath. He blew on the ring lightly, and I could see it light up with some kind of hidden magic. He grabbed my hand, lightly pushing it back onto my left ring finger.

He gripped my hand with a gentle urgency, pressing his lips lightly against mine.

"I love you, Jenny, and I always will." Bringing my hand to his mouth, he kissed the ring and caught my eye. His gaze was filled with sadness and love. "Forever."

And with that, he turned, and walked back to the window, resuming the position he was in when I arrived. A foggy mist obscured him from my vision, but before it completely blocked him, I thought I saw a glimmer of a tear on his cheek.

I opened my eyes, bolting upright like I'd had a nightmare. I looked down on my pillow, having caught a glimmer of silver just before I sat up. To my complete surprise, there was a silver rose lying there, as if it had been there the whole time. A tear slipped down my cheek. Just to see, I took the ring off my finger, looking to the inside.

The ring that had once said All I refuse &Thee I chuse, that had been changed to I am my only master, now read Love Conquers All.

I placed the ring back on my finger, and I cried.

A/N: Sorry about the shortness…think of it as a prologue of sorts. I greatly and sincerely apologize for Julian's softness and vulnerableness, but I honestly couldn't think of a better way to start off this story, even after all the brainstorming I did. Sorry. I promise you will get a harder and more Julian, Julian in future chapters! ANYWAYS! Thanks for reading the first chapter of my newest story! Please review to tell me what you think!