Looooong chapter here, I think.

Fidas's chamber door slammed open as the general stormed in.
The shaman smiled kindly as if not noticing the rude entry. "Tahlon, my dear friend, I'm so glad you returned unharmed." "Fidas, how could you not tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"You sent me there to kill a child!"
"Oh, that."
"You knew, then." Tahlon's voice now dripped with bitterness.
Fidas sighed calmly. "I'm afraid so."
The shaman's casual nature angered Tahlon further. Fidas noticed his friend's distress.
He narrowed his eyes seriously. "Tahlon, remember when I told you that the demon would be hidden?" Tahlon nodded numbly. "Well, this is what I meant. You did not see the demon, but a child. But don't let it fool you. The thing will grow into a force of pure evil."
"But she's just a child," Tahlon hissed.
"The life of one child can be forfeit for hundreds that could be slaughtered in the future."
"This is ridiculous! You would be a murderer just from the commands of an idiotic prophecy."
"It is duty."
"Duty?" Tahlon snapped.
"Tis fate."
"I don't believe in fate. Goodbye, Fidas."
The chamber door slammed behind him, as the general marched out.

The general reached his captain's own tent. The two soldiers standing guard nodded to him and stepped aside.
As Tahlon walked inside, he found Gwidil seated, his head sunken forward as if in thought. He looked up in acknowledgement. Before Tahlon could speak, his captain stood up and spoke.
"Ah, Tahlon, I'm glad that my message reached you as quick as it did."
Gwidil was always a solemn man, but the general detected an unfamiliar edge to his voice. "Sir?" Tahlon's eyes slowly strayed to a small perch in the corner of the tent. Upon it rested a white dove.
One of Fidas's messenger birds.
He turned back to Gwidil, already knowing what was to come, he had known before he had even come to the camp.
"I've recieved word from Caberres' shaman."
Tahlon was silent.
"You refused to do his bidding?"
"Did he tell you the whole story?" Tahlon's voice remained steady.
"Yes...It's but a shield, Tahlon...You cant believe it...I learned of the Siris when I first began training. As part of the Knights of the North, we must prevent any harm from coming to this land."
"How do you know if these stories are true?"
"I know well. My uncle is a seer. He has been having dreams of It's coming for some time now, though brief they were. This child is the demon."
Tahlon was silent once again.
Gwidil's voice turned very stern. "Tahlon, help me see justice down."
"Justice?" Tahlon responded, his eyebrows raising, but his voice remaining still. "What has she done?"
"It's not what she has done, but what she will do." Gwidil's eyes narrowed. "This land is your home as much as it is mine. Will you see it destroyed?" When he didn't see Tahlon budge, his voice turned harsh. "You are under my command, and will help see it done. Is that clear?"
Tahlon was quiet for a moment, then spoke. "...I'm sorry, sir.."
"Don't go soft on me, general," Gwidil growled. "It's not a little girl."
"I don't care what you do to her. It's not my concern. But I wont be involved....Sir, I must go.." He turned his back on his captain, and began his trek to the tent exit.
"Tahlon," Gwidil snapped, his face turning red with rage. "Don't be a fool! Come back here!"
Tahlon continued, pushing the curtain door aside.
"Stop him!"
The guard's spears crossed in front of him, blocking his way. Tahlon then yanked a spear effortlessly from one of their hands. He jabbed the butt of the weapon in the previous owner's face, knocking him out cold. Then skillfully, the general spun the spear down low, tripping the other guard.
He dropped the weapon running with all his speed from the tent. Gwidil's yells echoed from behind him, but he couldn't make out the infuriated words.

Tahlon didn't stop running until he had completely exited the camp and had reached the outskirts of the forest surrounding it. He fell to his knees, panting wildly. He wasn't as exhausted from the run as he was from holding in the rage that had been building up within him since his last visit with Fidas.
His eyes fell upon the small shadow behind one of the trees.
"You can come out now," he muttered.
The little black haired girl stepped forward, her blue eyes glancing at him emotionlessly.
Tahlon sighed. This better be worth it.

The night after speaking with Fidas, Tahlon had had a strange dream. He was walking through Crickwood. It was unusually quiet for that of a forest. A grey form lay before him, a stone well. Without fear or hesitation Tahlon walked up to it and peered inside.
Murky water lay within, dark still. Involuntarily, the general's dream self dipped a hand in the water, perhaps to shatter the unbearable stillness of it. The water rippled slightly. Then it's black color faded into that of gray.
Tahlon had narrowed his eyes as he realized he was now looking down into the well, into a room. It was the asylum child's room. A scratching sound reached his ear. As his eyes trailed passed the bed, it fell upon the figure of the little girl. She had a piece of chalk in her hand and was scrippling distorted images upon the walls. The pictures were many eyes, and Tahlon felt as if they all watch him.
Then the scratching halted. He looked back to the little girl, who's arm had fell down to her waist. She had now turned about and was looking up to him, her face almost child-like this time.
Though her mouth did not moved, a child's words echoed up to him. "Help me."
Tahlon had awoken in his tent in a cold sweat, his heart pounding fast.
That morning, Gwidil had sent word to him to meet him in his tent, where they were all stationed just outside of Caberre. The message, though only beckoning him, seemed ominous to Tahlon. The image of the dark child kept returning to him, her plea echoing through his mind. Then against his better jugdement, he had returned to the asylum. He recalled his conversations with a young nurse, not yet tainted by years working in that prison. They spoke of the girl.
"How long has she been here?"
"Araesa? As long as I can remember. I don't know much about her family, except that her mother died in child birth and her father died soon after. For a short time she stayed at an orphanage, until she was sent to us..."
"Why is she here?"
At this time the nurse had given him a funny look. "Haven't you seen her? She doesn't talk. She doesn't move. Some would assume that she was dead, if it weren't for her night terrors. Wakes up screamin' like a banshee some nights, muttering unknown words. Gives me the chills, that un'."
That night Tahlon had snuck into the asylum. Throughout the whole process he had continuously cursed himself for what he was doing. It was foolish, insane. But his instincts had told him to do so. He prayed that they were right.
When he reached Araesa's room, the girl was awake, sitting on the bed as if expecting him. While he led her from the imprisonment she put up no fight, nor said a word.
Tahlon had done all this, almost in a daze, two sides of himself fighting. When he had come to, they were far from the asylum. It was too late to turn back.

Again, after walking out on Gwidil, he was looking upon the little girl, who had obediently hid behind the tree, the one who was causing all this trouble. She hadn't spoken since he first saw her and she didn't seem about to. In a way she seemed aware of everything around her, maybe more than Tahlon knew, but she paid little attention to it.
Tahlon looked down at the ground, still in deep thought.
"I am what they say, you know..."
The ex-general looked up to see Araesa watching him out of the corner of her eye. He was silent for a moment then said, "How do you know?"
The girl closed her eyes. "I just do."
"And are you evil?" Araesa opened her eyes, but was silent. Tahlon continued. "....Nobody is born evil.."
"They said I was..."
"Who?"
"Everyone...The nurses.. The general..."
Tahlon's eyes narrowed curiously, wondering how she had known of those things. Then he shook his head. She was different, dismal maybe, but she was a child nonetheless, no matter what was in her blood.
"Why did you help me?" Her small dim voice cut through his thoughts.
"I couldn't let them kill you."
"You don't know me."
"Perhaps, but no one should be hurt because of a prophecy."
"Even if it's true?"
Tahlon looked at Araesa. "Is it true?" The girl was silent. "Araesa?"
She turned to face him. Her eyes flickered for an instant with an unknown fire as if angered. The child's voice sounded slightly bitter, and only the most skilled could catch a note of fear in her voice. "I don't know. "
There was a long silence, until Araesa spoke once again. "It doesn't matter anymore. You can let them kill me, but It will live on." Tahlon looked at her in confusion, not sure of what she meant. She had said the prophecy was true, though now she speaks as if her death wouldn't end this. He couldn't find words to say. "I just want it dead," Araesa muttered, her voice growing even more hollow. There was a brief silence, then she spoke again. "What do we do now?"
Tahlon stood up. "I'm not sure yet. But whatever it is, we can't do it alone. We need help." His voice was confident, with the note of a true general, though general he was no longer. But in his mind he said, Who will help us?