Black wings

Danté felt uneasy, she didn't seem like a witch even if she was old. Then again he didn't meet a witch that grew older so far, apparently they have ways to keep themselves young.

He turned to her when she approached and struggled not to withdraw when her hand came up and cupped his cheek.

"My dear boy, Kaylee was my daughter, you are my grandson" Guinevere said.

"My grandmother?"

"Yes, just as Alister was looking for you, so was I, we arrived at the village when the fire already burned everything away, there wasn't even smoke" Guinevere said stepping back and looked at Lynette "Mind making me a cup of tea young lady?"

"Of course mam" she said and left.

"Why were you looking for me?" Danté asked, he still didn't accept she was family,  growing up with the knowledge he had nothing was just too hard to get rid of by now.

"To see how far you have come"

"I went far and wide, you need to be more specific"

"Your mother's gift?