My siblings and I were saddened when the Unblessed bore hatred and jealousy on the Blessed. My sister's gift could not go to everyone for there was not enough of those with the blood and only the bright Souls were able to handle the power. Still those without her power feared those who did. That fear turned to hatred, and that hatred led to me. They were called the Witch Trials, and while most of the Blessed easily escaped some did not. Even still, many of those captured were innocent and had no trace of my sister's Gift.
One was a young woman, she had practiced herb lore to help those in her village with common ails. She even aided in childbirth, managing to bring both mother and childe safely through the experience; however, when she went to the call of the village leader's wife she could do nothing to save the childe- it was still borne. (An occurrence which only happens when my siblings and I have no ready Soul to place in a vessel) Grief stricken the mother-to-be-no-more cried 'Witchcraft' and the woman was imprisoned.
She held fast to her innocence but went unheard. It was the beginning of many such calls in her village. She watched as a few managed to buy their way to freedom and were spared from Burning, but she had no riches and was helpless as she was tied to the stake and passed into my hands. After the Soul had healed it was reborn into the body of a man who would gather around with eleven others to a great healer of the time, but he would be tempted by silver into betrayal- an echo of being too poor in a previous life.