My third time as a changling I took the body of a baby girl born in Irland. The only reason she did not servive was do to a complication that is easily corected now. I think she may have been breach or the cord got around her kneck, or both. I became a celtic woman warrior. (yes, this is pre christain. I was actualy hanging about the holy land at the time of christ in my natural form - Not in a physical body). Any way, one day when most warriors were out of the vilage eather hunting or ingaging in a conflict with another group, some vikings attacked. I was in the vilage do to an anoying ingury. There are just some places you don't want to get shot with an arrow. Well, some place you want to get shot with an arrow less then others. Twasnt seriouse, just anoying. I ended up being takin prisoner (hay it took six,(oh okay four) of them to capture me) at the orders of the man in charge of the expidition. I recognized him as the soul mentioned in my Egypt life, but I never let him know that. For the indignaty I made him work at "trying" to win me over and I never ever once let him know that I recognized his soul, or how I felt really. Hay I have my pride. I don't like haveing a life turn out like some two bit cheezy romancy novel from headies. Eww, I don't like reading those things, I certainly did not apreciate being thrown into one.