ELLEMEA

DANTE

Ellemea was the head of the witch coven of North America and Emily’s mentor at the Witches’ Academy. I pride her as being the one who taught Emily everything she had ever known in the world of magic. Emily viewed her as more than just a tutor and I hold her in the highest regard because she and I are a alike in a lot of ways, though she would vehemently deny it.

Ever the regal woman, she walked in with grace, class and confidence. It had been a while since I’d last seen her but she hadn’t aged since our last meeting. With her silver hair, mocha skin and brown eyes, she reminded me of the character, Storm from this movie I had found myself indulging in-X-men.

“Prince Dante,” she took a curt bow in front of me. “I’m sorry for coming unannounced, but I wanted to discuss some things with you and it simply couldn’t wait.”

“Welcome, Ellemea. Please have a seat. You are always welcome in Cas