I woke up in the middle of a grassy field. Where am I? I wondered. Then I remembered what had happened. Where's Rashelle? Was my next thought.

"Rashelle!" I yelled. "Rashelle! Rashelle! Where are you?"

I soon found her about ten yards away from me, asleep. I quickly shook her awake.

"Rashelle! Rashelle!"

She groaned and grumbled, but she woke up.

"Where are we?" She said urgently, obviously remembering the vortex.

"I don't know. Let's walk around and see if we can find some help."

We walked for a while. I wasn't sure how long it was because the time on my phone had mysteriously stopped at 5:00 P.M. All of the other functions were working.

We soon found the main road, where there were no cars driving. We saw many oak trees and crenelated stone walls.

"Whoa!" Rashelle gasped as we walked through huge steel gates with cameras on top and faced an enormous, beautiful mansion.

Why does this place seem so familiar? I thought. Then I saw a huge sign saying, "Fowl Manor."

I screeched like a banshee.

"What?" Rashelle cried.

I turned her head to the sign. She screamed. She had read the first book. Then I saw something.

"My books!" I cried. There, on the lawn, were all three bags! I looked them over. Nothing was wrong with them. Even the knickknack was okay. It was as if they had just been laid there!

Suddenly, the door opened. And there was Domovoi Butler!

"Domovoi Butler!" I cried.

In the blink of an eye, he had pulled out his Sig Sauer.

"How do you know my first name?" Oh, yeah. I thought. Very few people are supposed to know his first name.

Rashelle screamed.

"It's okay!" I tried to calm Rashelle down while making no sudden movements. "We know all about you, and Artemis, and the fairies!"

Right on cue, a boy that looked about fifteen and had ice cold, blue eyes, raven black hair, and pale skin stepped out of the house.

"Hello. My name is Artemis Fowl II."

I screamed like a crazed fan girl.

"Not another one!" he groaned.

"No!" I cried. "I'm not a fan girl! I know about the People!"

He stopped. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. He was very good at hiding his emotions.

"I've got to call Holly."

"No!" I yelled, realizing what he meant by this. "You can't mind wipe us! Where we come from, pretty much the whole world knows about you! But no one knows it's all real..."

Artemis had started to turn on his Fairy Communicator Ring, but stopped as soon as he heard this.

"You can't make us forget this!" I continued. "This is the coolest thing that has ever happened to us!"

"Come inside." He said, walking into the house.

Butler, Rashelle, and I followed him. Wow! This place sure was fancy. And huge! There were beautiful paintings, pieces of artwork, and the most extravagant furniture I had ever seen!

"Please, sit down." Artemis said evenly.

We all did, and that's when the questioning started.

"What are your names?"

"I'm Rashelle, and this is Starla." Rashelle answered, finally speaking.

"And we're from the United States of America, Utah." I said excitedly.

"I thought so, from your accent." He replied thoughtfully. "Now. What are you doing here?"

"We don't know. We were at our library, reading, and suddenly a huge… portal came and sucked us here." I hadn't realized how crazy that sentence had sounded in my head.

He frowned. "What is in your bags?"

"Just a bunch of books I got at the D.I."

He seemed confused.

"It's a discount store in Utah where all of the profit goes to a good cause."

He nodded in acknowledgment. "May I see them?"

"Sure," I said, dumping the contents of the bags onto the table. Then I realized my mistake.

"Oh, wait!" I said, trying to grab the Artemis Fowl books off of the table.

"Butler," Artemis said nonchalantly.

Butler grabbed the books I had taken out of my hands. When he looked at them, his eyes bulged and he gasped.

"Butler? What is wrong?" Artemis asked, an eyebrow raised. When he got no answer, he took one of the books from Butler.

"Oh, my," he said breathlessly after looking through all six books. "What is this?"

I buried my head in my hands. "My books."

"You mean, you wrote them?"

"No, Eoin Colfer did." I felt like a child confessing to a wrongdoing.

"Who?"

"The Irish man who wrote all of your adventures!" I cried, tired of all of this questioning. As I looked up, I saw a shimmer.

"Holly Short?" I choked.

Holly soon appeared. "Who are these girls, Arty?"

"I'm not entirely sure, Holly."

I started to explain. "My name is Starla, and her name is Rashelle."

"How do you know about us?"

"The books."

She grabbed a book, and read the front and back covers. She did the same with the rest and looked up at us, her face blank except for her eyes. She looked spooked, as if she had seen a ghost. The ghost of her past. "Where did you get these?"

"Basically, a discount store from where I live. They're also sold at many bookstores."

"Well, if that's so, how come we've never heard of them?" Butler growled.

"As I said, a portal sucked us in and dropped us off here. I hypothesize that this is a different universe from the one we live in." I wondered what they were going to do.

"Excuse me. I shall be in my study, reading these," Artemis said, taking the books. "Butler, as our guests have nowhere to stay, please show them to their guest rooms."

"Arty? I think it would be best if I stayed here, if that's okay with you. I would also like to read the books, and talk to these girls some more. I'm sure Foaly would want me to question them more thoroughly-under the Mesmer. I'll contact him as soon as I'm alone."

"Of course. Butler, the guest rooms."

"Yes sir."

We followed Butler up the stairs. I was kind of peeved at Artemis for taking my books. What else was I supposed to do in a mansion?

Upstairs was a huge hallway with many doors. It reminded me of an episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog where Courage went into a similar hallway with many crazy, impossible, unimaginable things behind the doors. I wondered what was behind door number one.

"You may explore, and choose any room. Except for this one," he pointed to one door, "because it is Artemis' room."

Rashelle and I searched the rooms until we found a pink one with a bunk bed, a T.V., a computer, and our own bathroom. We did not want to be alone in this house. Imagine not wanting to be alone in Fowl Manor... Holly had picked the room next to Artemis' and had locked the door so that she could call Foaly on her communicator.

Once we were settled in our room, Rashelle and I started talking about the day.

"Can you believe we're in Fowl Manor?" Rashelle shrieked.

"Shh! He's probably got this placed bugged!" I whispered. "I know! This is so amazing! Wait until we get back and tell everyone! Well, if they even believe us…"

"If we do get back…" She griped. "How do we get home?"

"It's okay!" I assured her. "We're in the house of a genius, and we have the assistance of magic fairies!"

"Talking about the genius," she continued, "isn't he so cute?"

"I guess so…" I said. "But he and Holly are perfect for each other! Aren't they?"

"Yeah, even though I've only read the first book! They look so cute together!"

"And Artemis is probably listening to us right now. Hi Artemis!" I cheered, waving at something that might have been a camera. I then heard something that sounded like someone falling off of a chair coming from the direction of Artemis' room.

"Let's go talk to Holly," I suggested.

"Okay," Rashelle said.