“Oh, God… Ashlyn, what did you do?”She smiled sadly. “It’s not what I did, or what we did. It’s what they did. We didn’t get our happily ever after. Don’t you see? We never got our life. When there’s so much evil on a life it can’t leave this world without leaving a mark, without leaving an imprint,” she insisted.
“Just like the first imprints were a product of rage—it trickled down from his blood in the well and affected an entire town, and oh, how that one instance, that one moment in time, one ripple, affected an entire world, an entire race of people. One man in a well!” She shook her head, awe on her face.