“They were just children! They did nothing wrong.” Aros said through tears.
“They held the secret to the Sgniw.” The man said simply. Aros glared at him with such hatred he almost backed down, almost.
“I had a vision last night.” Said Aros. The man leaned foreword eagerly. “Two Figures were standing in front of a fallen figure. Then, a child's cry rang through the night.”
“That's all?” asked the man. Aros nodded. “You couldn't see who the figures were?” Aros only answer was a smile. The man looked at her. “You know who it was?”