"You don't understand Grindelwald. He was the greatest wizard who ever lived!"
Jasna's delicate brows drew tightly together as she glared angrily at Old Enma.
"He did many incredible things. He nearly fulfilled his promise, if not for that Dumbledore who loved Muggles stopping him!"
"The Führer also promised to make the Germanic people the greatest nation."
Old Enma actually let out a harsh, rasping laugh.
"But in truth, he only did one thing—kill."
Jasna opened her mouth to argue, but swallowed the words before they left her lips.
For one thing, Old Enma was a Muggle, and Gellert Grindelwald's goal had been to enslave Muggles. For the sake of the man who had saved her life, she was willing to grant him some dignity.
For another, she was no longer as unwaveringly devoted to that goal as she had once been.
Coming to terms with this had been an exceptionally cruel journey.
She had to admit that for the past dozen or so years, she had been fighting for her father's dream, not her own.
She had been like an emotionless machine, but the person controlling her had stopped issuing commands, leaving her at a complete loss.
Her father had taught her magic and how to survive in darkness, but he had never taught her how to find her own purpose in life.
Jasna no longer felt like talking. She silently roasted the venison while Old Enma went to deal with the entire reindeer hide she had stripped off for him.
There was no sense of time in this isolated village.
After the first two days, Jasna had grown too lazy to keep track. By the time she finished roasting the venison and Old Enma's favorite potatoes, the outside had been completely steeped in darkness, so black she could