Disclaimer: Don't own it, just screw with it.

"So how are you going to do it?" Tobe asked Halim on the day that Halim had dubbed "Redemption Day: as acted by Halim ibn Mirhaz."

"Well, you and Yasha will see. But we need fuel."

Tobe was just glad that today was a free day for the Riders. He didn't think that Halim's revenge plan would be anything but elaborate.

"Now," Halim began, "I've discovered where our two villains sleep at night from some useful resources in the palace staff. Turns out these two are worse than we thought, which allows me to be even more creative. I won't divulge what atrocities they commit, but I'm sure your imaginations will have fun running riot. Anyway, follow me, lady and gentleman."

Yasha was looking at her lanky friend with one brow raised in skeptical disbelief in the way he was speaking. Tobe caught her eye, and both rolled their eyes.

"But first," Halim added, "glove up. No essence should linger. Those two might be weird enough to try to hunt us down."

Halim threw open the doors to one of the barracks of the King's Own trainees, standing with his arms in the arm and his head held high.

"This, my children, is our playground."

He led them over to a bunk, explaining that they should watch and get a feel for the idea of the revenge he was going to commit.

Out came the clothes. Halim, using his Gift, shrunk the top bunk's shirts, and ripped out every other stitch on the breeches of the bottom bunk. Next came top bunks shoes, and hobnailed some metal plates to the bottom from a little sack of mischief he was carrying.

Tobe and Yasha had gotten the gist of his revenge plan: mess with their minds. He was in the process of switching the labels on a jar of hair cream and a jar of insect repellent when he spied Yasha. His friend was sitting on bottom bunk's bed, writing something.

"Yasha, what on earth are you doing?" he asked.

"Writing a letter to these boys. Separate letters, but basically saying the same thing. I'll let you see one when I'm done."

A few minutes later, she passed Tobe and Halim the paper she had just finished, while writing up the second.

"My dearest,

I have pined for you so long. You lustrous hair, the way your strong arms flex during our practices. I have longed for you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I won't tell you who I am in this letter, because I want to be able to tell you in person. Meet me at the wishing well tomorrow at dusk. Tell no one of this. You may be very surprised at who you find sitting there, but trust me, we were meant to be.

Love,

Your dearest desire."

"Oh Yasha," Tobe moaned through his laughter, "this is too good. I can't believe your brilliance."

"I have never loved you more," Halim said solemnly, with an inclination of his head. Tobe could tell Yasha was blushing, even though her dark skin gave no hint of it.

"It's perfect!" Yasha exclaimed. "Those two seem like the type to be unaccepting of that kind of love! We should totally go tomorrow and watch them shriek!"

Little did she know of the cataclysmic reactions that little innocent prank would bring.

Just so I can make myself clear, I am totally accepting of all types of love. Not a hater. Not at all.

I'm still kinda pondering on what reactions the boys should have. Any of them raise some interesting subplots.

Isn't revenge luscious?