My secound time as a changeling I took the body of a 
child born into a tribe that once existed in northern 
Eurasia. An interesting people, the women had to prove 
themselves in combat before they could get married. If 
you wanted to get married and have children you had to 
go out and bring back the heads of something like five 
enemies that you had killed in hand to hand combat 
(of course, more heads = better dowry, better marital 
choices). I Actually fought in the Trojan war. Now I 
should be perfectly honest with you, my people did not 
go forth and fight in that war because we had a treaty 
with the Greeks, or because we Actually felt the Greeks 
were right. I personally didn't see what all of the 
hullabaloo was about (nor did any of my tribe members). 
We Actually used to laugh at the Greeks fighting over 
this twit who would have never even been able to marry 
among our people. We were just there because we had to 
prove ourselves. Once agen I ran into him. A soul that 
is so beautiful to me that I would follow it to hell 
and back. One I am drawn to like a moth to flame. He 
was fascinated by Helen. Every bit as immured with her 
as any of the Greeks. Thought her to be the most 
beautiful woman around. Despite how soft she was. He did 
not seem to appreciate my abilities, or at lest view 
me a woman in the way I really wanted him to. Not in 
this life. It saddened me greatly.