Hi. Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Just so you people know, flames are okay. Like any writer worthy of the name, I appreciate constructive criticism. I like to know what I'm doing right, but I also like to know what I'm doing wrong.

Note: I have put up all my pre-typed chapters, so I will have to type all the chapters before I update, from now on. I will probably be even longer in between updates now, because I am a major procrastinator, and will not do anything until my life or grade depends on it.

Disclaimer: Come on. Have you people not gotten it yet? EVERYTHING ON THIS SITE IS BASED ON SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK!!!!!!! (Except for the columns, or whatever they're called) That means what I write, and what you write, and what the crazy guy down the street writes!!!!!!!! My goodness, will you people get a clue?! (Sorry about that. It's kinda annoying.)

Chapter 3

"Come sit down." Rhia pulled out the chair next to her. As I sat down, one of the vehicles, an extremely loud one, drove past the shop. I flinched. "What are those things?"

"What, cars?" Carra replied, setting the noble on the table.

"Um, sure." I was still confused.

"You know, maybe you really are from Tortall. How you got here, I don't know, though." Rhia sounded rather thoughtful.

"Do you want to know?" I asked.

"Sure." All three girls answered.

I told them the whole story. When I finished, there was a moment of silence. (A/N We'd like to dedicate this moment of silence to all those who have been stabbed with pink fluffy sporks...........Thank you.) (sorry) Rhia pulled a white tube out of her pocket, opened it, and rubbed it on her lips.

"What's that?" I asked.

"A magic spell. It makes anyone I kiss fall hopelessly in love with me." Rhia leaned dangerously close to me and puckered her lips.

"But you said there is no magic here!" I leaned away from her, slightly panicking.

"There's not. Rhia, don't tease." Carra said. To me she said "It's chapstick."

"And what exactly is that?"

"Stuff to keep my lips from getting dry. I can't stand that. So, if you're really who you say you are-"

"I am!" I interrupted her.

She glared at me. "-Then I was right. Numair and Daine's first son does look like Orlando Bloom." She finished triumphantly, and settled back in her chair.

"Second son, actually. I have an older brother. Who is Orlando Bloom?"

"Older brother? What's his name? And what does he look like?" Carra asked curiously.

"His name is Aram. He has blond hair and blue eyes. Who is Orlando Bloom?"

"HA! So I was more right than you!" Carra grinned at Rhia. Rhia stuck her tongue out at her.

"Okay, for the third time, who is this Orlando Bloom?"

Rhia took a piece of paper out of the unmarked book. "This is Orlando Bloom, the hottest guy on the planet."

"Hottest?" I asked, taking the paper from Rhia. On it was a portrait of...me? No, not quite. His eyes were a slightly different shade of brown than mine, and his nose was a little different. But other than that... "Who painted this? It's an amazingly detailed portrait."

"Hottest, best-looking. And it's a photograph, not a painting." Carra explained for me.

"What's a photograph?"

"That." Carra said helpfully, pointing at the picture.

Just then, a teenage girl caught sight of me. She screamed, and ran over. "Can I have your autograph? Please?" This got the attention of the other girls she was with. They all rushed over and clamored to be first. One even pulled out a peice of paper and something that looked like a stick. Rhia laughed. "Relax, girls, this isn't Orlando Bloom. He is Myles...Myles Smith. He's my, uh, my third cousin, visiting from England."

"Oh, sorry Rhia." The first girl said. They all looked quite put out, and left the ice-cream shop.

"Myles Smith, your third cousin?" I asked. "And what is England?"

"They would have recognized your name, well, your last name anyway. They have all read Tamora Peirce's books. They were some of my sister's friends before my family moved." Rhia replied. England is a country, far away from here. It would have explained your accent."

Who is Tamora Peirce? And I don't have an accent. You do."

"I do not. Tamora Peirce is an author. She wrote books about Tortall. That's how we know about it. I guess that what you say about Tortall is true, then she is a historian, of sorts." Rhia answered.

"You both have accents to each other. Rhia, we should go if we're going to do some shopping." Carra seemed to have the voice of reason in this duo. Rhia appeared too scatterbrained to remember much but her own name.

And it's true, I am! This isn't really a good place to stop, but I write without many logical chapter breaks, so I will just make chapter breaks wherever I want them, and you will have to suffer, because this is my story, not yours. So there. Ha. : P"

"Smiling is the second best thing you can do with your lips" Anonymous (Translation: I don't know who said it.)(And eating is not the first)(the first time I heard that quote, all the girls in the room went "ahh" and one of the guys said " and eating's the first" we just about clobbered him)

sorry you have to listen to my psychobabble agian, wait,Imean read it, but i want to know how many people read my story, so if you would please send me a review, i would appreciate it. You don't hae to say anything, just hi, or ?, or something. Thank you. I am really leaving now. Bye.