The other day, I was thinking about what could be the most disasterous, but most hilarious CoAD movie/book theme? I settled that it would probably be Freaky Friday - nobody ever thought of that, now, did they? So, plunging in head first with no idea of my readers' reactions or, indeed, what I am doing, here is In Your Boots, the nearest thing to a CoAD comedy and an adventure where Renn and Torak learn the true meaning of the phrase, "Be careful what you wish for"...

Disclaimer: I don't own CoAD or Freaky Friday.

The stars twinkled in the summer sky and at the Raven Clan camp, Renn and Torak were lying down in the sweet grass, chatting idly. They didn't usually stay with the Raven Clan - they had moved out a while ago - but they were paying a visit for Torak's nineteenth birthnight. Torak felt that an invisible barrier had grown between them, but one he was to blame for. Currently he was deciding whether to kiss her, or leave her, or romantically propose a mating partnership, or anything else in between. His souls fought over whether he loved her or not. He remembered what Fin-Kedinn had told him four summers ago, "Growing up can be a sort of soul-sickness, Torak." and he hadn't been wrong. Suddenly, Renn spoke, making Torak jump.

"Do you think wishes come true?"

Torak thought. He thought of all the times he had wished for Renn and Wolf's safety. But then, that wasn't wishing. More like praying.

"Maybe." he said finally.

"You see," continued Renn, as if she hadn't heard him, "dreams come true. Well, my ones do, and sometimes yours."

"Mm," was all Torak replied with. A wish was just what he needed right now. Renn was thinking similarly - she had noticed that Torak hadn't gone to any great lengths to make conversation with her practically all day. She found this rather annoying, and was thinking it over when she saw something shoot across the blue-black night sky. "Look!" she said, pointing wildly. "That star! It was...it was flying! Maybe it's an omen! Quick, Torak, this is your chance! Make a wish!"

Torak rolled his eyes, but closed them tight and wished nevertheless. I wish I could understand her...

Renn closed her eyes too, and whispered under her breath so Torak wouldn't hear - "I wish I could understand him..."

Back at the Raven camp, Dark, the Raven Mage, waited patiently in a long line of people to be served nightmeal. It was hectic - it always was on Midsummer - the festivities had drawn many guests to the camp, all of which were hungry.

Two young Seal men waited behind him, murmuring to each other impatiently.

"You're a cripple, Detlan! Make a fuss! You shouldn't have to wait so long, and neither should I!" one of them said angrily. He was the younger one - strong-muscled like many Seals from much skinboating. His name? Asrif.

The other one, called Detlan, sighed at his kinsman. He had to permanently use crutches since an incident with a Soul-Eater, and he had learned to value what he had, more than could be said for Asrif. "Be grateful that you are getting any nightmeal," he said gently. "There are people in other clans that can't celebrate as much as we do on Midsummer Night, remember that." Asrif leaned back on a tree with a "humph!", but knew he couldn't argue. Detlan was often right.

Dark, sensing the young Seal's fustration, stepped aside curtly and waved his hand. "You two go ahead - you probably need food more than me." Detlan and Asrif blinked, and stammered their gratitude. "T-thank you, Mage," said Asrif, blushing at his childish impatience in front of someone with such authority. "What can we do for you in return?" said Detlan, smiling and hopping forward. Dark grinned. "I won't need anything in return, but..." he said, his voice lowering to a whisper, "...you could help me out with a small trick I have planned for the birthnight boy." he winked, and Detlan and Asrif gasped and chuckled. "Tell us more!" they said eagerly.

"Well," started Dark, when he, Detlan and Asrif all had enough nightmeal and were eating at a separate table so nobody could hear, "Renn and Torak seem to have drifted apart a little, and their future is unclear. You see, I was almost certain they were going to announce themselves mates any day - but now, I'm not sure." Detlan raised his eyebrows. "What does that have to do with trickery? Surely we have no position to interfere with the affairs of other's hearts?" he asked. Dark took a bite of his salmon cake, chewed, swallowed, and continued. "Ah, you see, knowing them both pretty well, I can tell that they don't understand each other quite as much as mates should. So...I have prepared a rite for them." Detlan's mouth hung open. "You're going to make them fall in love?" Dark grinned and waved his hand. "No, no, not that. I'm going to capture their souls in a trance, and swap their name-soul and clan-soul over. Much like spirit walking, so at least Torak will be used to it." the two Seal boys sat in awe for a few seconds, letting it sink in before laughing. "Will they know it's happening?" asked Asrif, to which Dark replied, "Oh, yes. And they'll probably do a fair bit of screaming." they started laughing again, and Dark leaned in and whispered again, "Meet me by Torak and Renn's shelter, at middle-night."

And so, our plan unfolds and Renn and Torak have no idea about what's about to hit them...XD

Readers, I need your advice. Should I carry on with this or scrap it? I just thought it would be cool to do something along the lines of this, and as Spirit Walker was my favourite book, I had to bring back Detlan and Asrif! Also, an update for Death Waker is forthcoming, for those of you waiting for the latest *cough*...serious adventure.

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