Brent Kohane, 3

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“There are many sorts of rivers,” Yurra had told Kohane, as they made their way to their winter camp last year. “There are the small ones that you can ford anywhere, and the larger ones that can't easily be crossed. There are the rivers, larger than that, but which still freeze over in the winter. And then there is the great river.

“It is too mighty for goblins like Yurra's tribe to name it. The great river divided the land. They knew 
of nothing to approach it. Dwarves, though, knew its equal twice: in the rivers Nifu and Mejana. The Dwarves' own country held the headwaters of all three, but the rivers gained a lot of strength in the downhill journey. Brent knew it as the Alwar, though he hadn't seen it before. He was rather impressed.
Brent was not the only one the river inspired. Loqcup, Yurra's second son also reacted strongly to seeing it for the first time. To Kohane, it was simply the winter retreat of the nomads. To Loqcup, it was the seed and the fruit of a vision. It was disturbing, at least, to this little one collapse in convulsions. The poor boy bit his tongue, probably when he fell. If no one had realized this, he might have drown in this own blood. As it was, Kohane knew enough to check the boy's mouth. 
It should be mentioned that a goblin's lifespan is, on average, a little under forty years. Children develop quickly, compared with elves or dwarves. A normal two year old is entirely able to walk and talk, and normally given chores for the first time.  
They say precognitive children are born only in advance of their families' more dire need. In Brent's time with the Mhaerni, this was the first sign that legend might contain truth. At the time, he'd suggested the dire danger might be the loss of a son. The comment wasn't well received, but at least it was perceived as optimism rather than humor.  
Loqcup had been pronounced a child of magic at his birth. His name, the same as a great-uncle of some magical talent, was the only evidence of this at first. The first experience with magic is always somewhat traumatic. Most people are rather older than two when they first touch magic. Those born to great power with magic will have two (or more) “first” experiences as they grow into it. Such people are called trolls.  
Loqcup's spasms stopped after a short time. His mouth didn't move properly, but he spoke. “Two will come here full of ill. You will know them by the spear and the glass. Great will be anger, but do not be quick to avenge, or you will loose all.”  
At the time, Kohane found himself terribly confused by the message. Dwarves have no natural magic, although some say their skill in metal and stone is a magic. Elves have a gift for plants, and orcs a gift for animals. Goblins, it seems, have all the rest. 
Yurra had been the first, or nearly the first, to reach Loqcup. Like most magicians, the young Seer recovered quickly. It was only when Brent relayed the cryptic warning to Yurra that he realized the child had spoken in Dwarven.