My adrenaline is rushing as I take Lady Asher's words in. "Have you forgotten your past? But not as a slave, but as an outcast?" The coldness of her talking begins to fade into the world where I was Agatha.

I was first submerged in familiar odors - the smell of old wood and the subtle smell of herbs from my father's house. I was busy bowing down to the floor doing my best to clean it, work as hard as I could just to get all the tasks assigned to me. My brothers and sisters giggled at me and teased me. They instructed me to clean the smears of...