My fourth time I was a medicine woman in the Ukraine.  
I did not grow old this time. I did not encounter my 
love this time. I was captured by a technologically 
advanced people who recognized me as an ethereal. They 
tortured my human body till it expired and they drew 
out my true self and tortured it. This was done before 
my people. They damaged my wings. Well, that which 
humans perceve as wings. This was not a very good life. 
It took me a little while to escape from them but I did.