He was about 16 when he was first diagnosed with cancer. Tumors in his Brain, and in his heart...both were inoperable. Chemo did nothing, and in his final moments he prayed to his gods. He prayed for another life, and he got what he asked for. His name is now Ash, and this is his (new) story.

Based the character off of an old friend of mine, and I used her religion as well. Hopefully you all enjoy this, and it doesn’t end up like my other Displaced Fic.

Yours truly

~Resident Moron