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I don’t think that anyone would call it “divine”, but I know that I would have been dead several times over if it hadn’t been for the intervention of Julian. I found out only recently that he’s been watching and protecting me for most of my life. Even during each of the Games, if there was something too close to harming me, he did something about it without going against the rules of the Game.

Until that last time in the Shadow World.

Until the other Shadow Men were going to take me in return for the souls that I had freed from them. When that was about to happen and I was going to accept that fate, I felt something crash into me and Julian was between me and them. Julian was fighting against his own brothers to try to protect me.

Is it a bad thing that I would choose Julian over any kind of divine intervention any time? With him, I know where I stand and I know he cares about me and what happens to me. Divinity rarely cares about anyone but their way of doing things.

I learned that from having conversations with my cousin.

Muse: Jenny Thornton
Fandom: The Forbidden Game
Words: 200
Disclaimer: I own neither Jenny nor Britt Robertson.

Definition of MAELSTROM
1 : a powerful often violent whirlpool sucking in objects within a given radius
2 : something resembling a maelstrom in turbulence

Both of those definitions are a pretty good description of the way things have been in my life for the past few months.

My life has been like that and so have my emotions.

I thought that nothing could have hurt me worse than when we lost Summer. Dee and I watched Summer be buried alive by her nightmare and there was nothing that we could do to stop it.

I didn’t know then – none of us knew – that there would be things almost as bad that we would be force to endure. And endure we would because to live was to win the Game and we desperately needed to win.

I desperately needed to win. By winning, I could gain the freedom of my friends who hadn’t already been killed.

Even after the horror of remembering what happened to my grandfather when I was five, I managed to win.

I won the lives of everyone but Summer. That was a failure that ate at me even as the next Game happened. The second Game was again my fault because I wasn’t as careful with my words as I should have been.

One by one my friends were taken from me and I had only a set amount of time to find and retrieve them or we would all stay in the Shadow World forever.

I found them all and discovered how to save them all, but again, I said the wrong thing. The stakes were raised on the second Game because I had been angry and I taunted him. The ring of fire shoved the stakes higher than I expected, but after a trial and error type of risk, I discovered how all of us could escape.

It wasn’t until we were free and watching the fire engulf my cousin’s studio that I realized we had lost Tommy and Zach.

Something hardened in me when I realized that they had been taken to use as hostages for me to play another game.

Then I died and when I came back, the maelstrom of emotions was more confusing than they had been before. Julian saved my life when his brothers tried to kill me. Julian rescued me when I was dying in that cave alone.

Muse: Jenny Thornton
Fandom: The Forbidden Game
Words: 400
Disclaimer: I own neither Jenny nor Britt Robertson.

You don't know what you have until it's gone.

I had heard that phrase many times throughout my life, but I never realized how true that statement could be. Of course, there were a great many things that I didn't realize until I experienced them.

For sixteen years, I believed certain things about my life and about the world around me. Not all of the things that I believed in were true. In fact, there were very few things that turned out to be even remotely like I thought they were.

Plans and dreams can all turn to ashes in an instant when you find out that you're the cause of so many deaths. I've seen and become aware of far too much pain and death that is connected to who I am. My grandfather was killed because of something I did when I was five years old. My friends were tormented and hunted due to their connections to me. And Julian ...

Julian died because he was determined to keep me safe from the Shadow Men that would have taken me as a forfeit for freeing their victims.

I didn't realize how many aspects passion could have until I met Julian. I didn't know that someone could elicit so many different emotions within one person until I played his games.

I never imagined love could have so painfully powerful of a flavor until I tasted only ashes after Julian's death.

Muse: Jenny Thornton
Fandom: The Forbidden Game
Words: 241
Disclaimer: I own neither Jenny nor Britt Robertson.

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"Couldn't you have just come and asked?"

No games. No threats. Just asked.

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