Title: Consume the Soul
Author: Jyira
Email: jyira@yahoo.co.uk
Spoilers: Forbidden Game, all books
Disclaimers: All ideas and characters from the Forbidden Game books belong to LJ Smith, I'm just borrowing them for fun. Anything unrecognised is mine.
Rating: PG
Summary: Julian is reincarnated as a human boy with no memories of who he used to be. His position in the Shadow World has been replaced. Due to some unfortunate events Julian is soon trapped in his old world playing one of his own games to survive. Can he recover his memories, even if he does, will Jenny even want to save him?
Prologue
Blue: a colour impossibly bright, like the sky at dawn. For a brief moment Jenny Thornton thought she felt arms around her, a warm caress of soft breath on her face, a gentle kiss on her cheek. She sighed luxuriously, reaching out to touch the figure the impossibly blue eyes belong to.
Opening her eyes, Jenny sighed, only to find herself alone. It wasn't the first time she'd dreamed of him, imagined herself waking up with him.
The others had already forgotten. They'd deliberately refused to talk about it. Anything to help them forget. Jenny guessed she couldn't blame them. Julian was still in her thoughts at least three times a day. Most of the time, during the Games, she'd hated him. Now it was over, and he was gone. "Nothing dies as long as it's not forgotten. Dream me into a different dream," he'd said. She couldn't just forget about him. Did she really care what that said about her?
Jenny sat up, and sank back against her pillows, sighing, almost sadly. She'd repainted her walls to match his eyes. She'd probably never get the exact colour right.
Yawning, she looked over at her alarm clock. 6: 45, the green number read. She had to get up in another half an hour. Count down to finals had begun, her first year of college was almost over. Jenny had a tone of studying she could be doing though at the moment Jenny didn't feel like leaping out of bed to study. She debated on calling Dee. Dee was always up early. She was pretty sure that Dee had noticed something about her wasn't quite right. Jenny didn't want to think how she was going to explain to her friends what she was feeling at the moment. She was just pleased she was lucky enough to be able to go to the same university as Dee and Audrey.
Zach had gone to study art and photography on Paris, lucky guy. Michael had gone to London to study English literature. They were all going to get together when finals were over.
And Tom, dear, sweet Tommy...Jenny had no idea what had happened to Tom. He'd been so different since the Games were finally over. He never told her what he was doing after high school. He'd more or less drifted away from the group completely. He used to call her sometimes, but he hadn't called in months. Where was Tommy now? She missed him.
Jenny got out of bed, slipping into her robe, picked up her sponge bag and heading for the girl's shower room. She came back feeling a little more refreshed, but not too brilliant.
By the time Jenny returned to her room, Wendy, her roommate was up. "Morning," Jenny said. Wendy barely grunted. Jenny had given up trying to be nice to Wendy. The girl was quiet, hardly seemed to talk to anyone. Jenny had never seen her bring any friends back to the room.
Jenny didn't say anything and dumped her sponge bag on her bed. She took the towel hanging around her neck and began to rub her wet hair dry with it. She reached out for her gold ring on the nightstand. It always sat on a little china dish when she went in the shower rooms, she was afraid of losing it in there.
The ring wasn't where she'd left it. A surge of alarm shot through her. It had to be there, just had to be. Jenny searched frantically, opening the night stand's single draw. No ring. She groped around the floor in case she'd knocked the ring off onto the carpet. Nothing. She felt tears stinging her eyes. That ring, with it's 'I am my only Master; inscription, was her most prized possession. Her only proof that Julian had existed.
"Have you seen my gold ring?" Jenny asked.
"Some girl came in and said you'd agreed to lend it to her," Wendy answered.
Jenny bit her lip in confusion, at the same time tugging on a strand of wet blond hair. She'd never agree to lend that ring to anyone. She didn't even like other people touching it, or asking to get a closer look. It was *hers*, and meant a great deal to her. "What girl?" she demanded.
"She was weird, kind of like - " Wendy broke off and shook her head, turning away facing her desk, refusing to look at Jenny.
"Like what? Come on, you can't shock me." Jenny tried to smile, but got the feeling the smile probably looked more like a grimace.
Wendy glanced at her, her dark eyes still avoiding Jenny's green ones. "Like she stepped out of the shadows, okay? She took the ring, said her thing, I looked away, and she was gone. I didn't hear her come in, or leave." Wendy's tone was harsh, like she was the one with the problem, like it was something of hers that had gone missing.
"I don't suppose you got a name?" Jenny asked.
"No," Wendy said bluntly.
Jenny sat on her bed trying to figure out what had just happened. A woman appearing like out of shadows. She never recalled hearing *anything* about Shadow Women.
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Author: Jyira
Email: jyira@yahoo.co.uk
Spoilers: Forbidden Game, all books
Disclaimers: All ideas and characters from the Forbidden Game books belong to LJ Smith, I'm just borrowing them for fun. Anything unrecognised is mine.
Rating: PG
Summary: Julian is reincarnated as a human boy with no memories of who he used to be. His position in the Shadow World has been replaced. Due to some unfortunate events Julian is soon trapped in his old world playing one of his own games to survive. Can he recover his memories, even if he does, will Jenny even want to save him?
Prologue
Blue: a colour impossibly bright, like the sky at dawn. For a brief moment Jenny Thornton thought she felt arms around her, a warm caress of soft breath on her face, a gentle kiss on her cheek. She sighed luxuriously, reaching out to touch the figure the impossibly blue eyes belong to.
Opening her eyes, Jenny sighed, only to find herself alone. It wasn't the first time she'd dreamed of him, imagined herself waking up with him.
The others had already forgotten. They'd deliberately refused to talk about it. Anything to help them forget. Jenny guessed she couldn't blame them. Julian was still in her thoughts at least three times a day. Most of the time, during the Games, she'd hated him. Now it was over, and he was gone. "Nothing dies as long as it's not forgotten. Dream me into a different dream," he'd said. She couldn't just forget about him. Did she really care what that said about her?
Jenny sat up, and sank back against her pillows, sighing, almost sadly. She'd repainted her walls to match his eyes. She'd probably never get the exact colour right.
Yawning, she looked over at her alarm clock. 6: 45, the green number read. She had to get up in another half an hour. Count down to finals had begun, her first year of college was almost over. Jenny had a tone of studying she could be doing though at the moment Jenny didn't feel like leaping out of bed to study. She debated on calling Dee. Dee was always up early. She was pretty sure that Dee had noticed something about her wasn't quite right. Jenny didn't want to think how she was going to explain to her friends what she was feeling at the moment. She was just pleased she was lucky enough to be able to go to the same university as Dee and Audrey.
Zach had gone to study art and photography on Paris, lucky guy. Michael had gone to London to study English literature. They were all going to get together when finals were over.
And Tom, dear, sweet Tommy...Jenny had no idea what had happened to Tom. He'd been so different since the Games were finally over. He never told her what he was doing after high school. He'd more or less drifted away from the group completely. He used to call her sometimes, but he hadn't called in months. Where was Tommy now? She missed him.
Jenny got out of bed, slipping into her robe, picked up her sponge bag and heading for the girl's shower room. She came back feeling a little more refreshed, but not too brilliant.
By the time Jenny returned to her room, Wendy, her roommate was up. "Morning," Jenny said. Wendy barely grunted. Jenny had given up trying to be nice to Wendy. The girl was quiet, hardly seemed to talk to anyone. Jenny had never seen her bring any friends back to the room.
Jenny didn't say anything and dumped her sponge bag on her bed. She took the towel hanging around her neck and began to rub her wet hair dry with it. She reached out for her gold ring on the nightstand. It always sat on a little china dish when she went in the shower rooms, she was afraid of losing it in there.
The ring wasn't where she'd left it. A surge of alarm shot through her. It had to be there, just had to be. Jenny searched frantically, opening the night stand's single draw. No ring. She groped around the floor in case she'd knocked the ring off onto the carpet. Nothing. She felt tears stinging her eyes. That ring, with it's 'I am my only Master; inscription, was her most prized possession. Her only proof that Julian had existed.
"Have you seen my gold ring?" Jenny asked.
"Some girl came in and said you'd agreed to lend it to her," Wendy answered.
Jenny bit her lip in confusion, at the same time tugging on a strand of wet blond hair. She'd never agree to lend that ring to anyone. She didn't even like other people touching it, or asking to get a closer look. It was *hers*, and meant a great deal to her. "What girl?" she demanded.
"She was weird, kind of like - " Wendy broke off and shook her head, turning away facing her desk, refusing to look at Jenny.
"Like what? Come on, you can't shock me." Jenny tried to smile, but got the feeling the smile probably looked more like a grimace.
Wendy glanced at her, her dark eyes still avoiding Jenny's green ones. "Like she stepped out of the shadows, okay? She took the ring, said her thing, I looked away, and she was gone. I didn't hear her come in, or leave." Wendy's tone was harsh, like she was the one with the problem, like it was something of hers that had gone missing.
"I don't suppose you got a name?" Jenny asked.
"No," Wendy said bluntly.
Jenny sat on her bed trying to figure out what had just happened. A woman appearing like out of shadows. She never recalled hearing *anything* about Shadow Women.
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