A/N ok, here's my second chapter. I hope you like it. Thanks to my 5 lovely reviewers: Imprisoned in a Cork, feanen, TBK, Hex, and purple craze. This chapter is dedicated to Imprisoned in a Cork for being my first reviewer!! Cookies and candy to you.

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When Meleth woke up, she was in her room. "It was only a dream," she thought. Then she saw the crowd of people around her bed.

"What's going on?" she asked Lord Almish.

"Don't you remember, my dear?" When Meleth shook her head, he continued. "You don't remember anything about the orchard or your parents?"

The crowd fell silent as Meleth groaned in aguish. "Nooo!" she cried before bursting into sobs that wracked her whole body.

An elderly woman, sort of like the grandmother to the village, sat down on Meleth's bed. "There, there, dear. Cry it all out. You'll feel better when you're done."

"Why, Mary, why? They were too young to die! They can't just leave me here all by myself."

Lord Almish rubbed Meleth's back. "You're not alone, dear. The whole village is here for you and we will look after you."

Meleth sniffed and looked at him through her tears. "What happened?"

He looked at Mary and nodded. They had talked about how they were going to tell the story while Meleth had slept. "Well, dear, I'll start at this morning, when your parents," he paused as Meleth let out a dry sob, "Came out to the orchard this morning. One of the horses, Branburry, remember you used to ride him, was acting up. Something had spooked him and your father went to calm him down. When he succeeded in doing that, he hooked Branburry up to the cart, and led him over to the trees where your mother was working. Your father proceeded to climb up into the tree and start picking.

"After a little bit, their baskets were full and they went to go put them in the cart. Branburry saw a rabbit and spooked, rearing and kicking your father in the head," he paused again as Meleth started crying again. "Branburry stampeded over your mother," he finished.

"Meleth, darling, your.parents were together when they died. They were happy." Mary consoled.

Meleth managed to get a hold of herself and smiled at Mary through her tears. "Thanks, Mary. And you too, Lord Almish. But, there is one thing I still don't understand. How did I get here? And why don't I remember anything after seeing my parents?"

"When you saw your parents, dear, you were shocked. You fainted, hitting your head hard on the ground. I believe that is why you didn't remember what had happened when you first woke up." Mary explained.

Meleth nodded with understanding. "I see. What is going to happen to me now?" she asked.

"The village elders, I, and Mary are going to meet tomorrow morning to decide that. Normally, you would go live with another family in the village, but this is a different case. We'll let you know tomorrow."

The rest of the day passed in a dreary monotone. Meleth cleaned the house without thinking about it and put away the food people had brought in a ghostly fashion. She told visitors she wasn't pleasant company and they should come back the next day.

In such fashion, the day drifted away and Meleth fell into bed.

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The next morning Meleth awoke with the sun shining in her eyes. "It's amazing I slept so long," she thought. She knew something important was happening this morning, but she forgot what it was.

"Think! Think stupid head!" she exclaimed, whacking herself repeatedly on the forehead with her palm.

"OH NO!!! The meeting!! They could be here any minute!!" she screeched, hoping the neighbors wouldn't think she was being attacked.

She ran frantically around the house, grabbing clothes from her chair and struggling into them. She ran a brush through her hair, splashed some water on her face, and sat down to eat and wait.

Meleth was just a little bit off timing. Mary and Lord Almish didn't come for an hour. While Meleth was sitting there, she thought about what Lord Almish had said.

".this is a different case." How was it different? Sitting there for an hour, waiting, made her a little nervous. She wasn't exactly sure what was going on. Meleth started braiding her hair in an elvish fashion she had read about in her father's books. She always did that when she was worried.

Lord Almish and Mary walked in. Meleth jumped up. "Good day, Lord Almish, Mary. I've been waiting for you. What was the verdict of the meeting? Why did you say this was a different case? How am I different? I wish to find answers to my questions!" She blurted out.

Lord Almish and Mary just looked at her a while. They were in shock by this outburst that was so unlike the beautiful, quiet Meleth they knew.

"Well, my dear," started Lord Almish, "The town elders, Mary, and I have decided to tell you the real story of your past."

"The real story? I know all about my past. I was born here and grew up here."

"You know all about your past? No to the first and yes to the second. There is much you do not know."

"I don't understand."

"You will, darling, now, sit down, and I'll explain the whole thing." Mary sat down and motioned for Meleth to sit. Lord Almish slipped unnoticed out the door. That was part of the plan. Mary would tell her about her past, and he would leave them to have 'girl time.'

"Meleth, you are an elf."

A/N ooooh!!! Cliffy!! Hehe. Review and I'll update sooner. If you don't, well, I guess I'll just stop writing.