The first City Parent was discovered by the Glass Walkers in London, the City Father, in 1882. Making the city historically significant to the tribe and a city of great spiritual power. After the passing of his wife, Ashley's grandfather migrated to California with his young son. Ash wasn't born in England but his father and every generation before him has been.

Every time he chugs down a cup of coffee he thinks about the look on his grandfathers face. Remembers his teasing banter over tea verses coffee.

"Tell me the story behind the song you just sang." Ashley loves the piano. In his home in New York there is a beautiful baby grand that he frequently plays. One of the few things his mother had been allowed to teach him. Music wasn't a priority when the goal was to raise a warrior. She saw how it calmed him and gave him focus, made him come alive in a way that the training with his grandfather didn't. Ash grins at her and nods. "Love music. All of it really. Well, that's a lie, I'm not much of a country music fan. Anything with a good beat you can move to." The way she smiles makes him pause and take her in. Remember the way her eyes lit up. "Power ballads are for karaoke night. I lean toward Journey."