Micaiah closed her golden eyes; her long eyelashes were still wet from crying. "Is my vision correct," she thought to herself, "What was that voice?" Micaiah nervously played with a strand of her long silver hair, which was glistening in the moonlight, as she gazed down into the pond.
Yesterday, she and Lady Almedha, the mother of King Pelleas, had an argument over the advice she had given Pelleas. She had told him to just give up on finding a way to destroy the blood pact, telling him that he would live longer if he just gave up, because she feared he would die. She told him this in the Castle's library, where Pelleas was reading through books, looking for a way to destroy the pact. Little did she know that Micaiah was listening behind an extremely tall shelf of books. Micaiah, on any other occasion would've been able to contain her anger, but Pelleas was so easy to convince, and seemed to listen to everything his mother told him. Micaiah, then, stepped out from behind the giant shelf, confronting Lady Almedha about what she had told him, which resulted in a long argument.
After the arguing with Micaiah, Almedha ran out of the library crying. Pelleas, who was distressed by the argument, followed his mother out of the library. Of course, Micaiah felt bad about upsetting his mother, but what else was she to do? Just because Almedha is completely hopeless and worries about everything, does not mean she has to make Pelleas that way.
The next morning, Micaiah awoke, brushed her beautiful long hair, got dressed, and got ready for the day. The day was quite ordinary and dull, the sky was gray, and nothing worth thinking about happened. Later in the evening, however, on the way to the tent where they were going to discuss the battle strategy that would be used for the next evening, she thought about how she was going to destroy the blood pact to end the madness the senators had brought upon them. When she entered the tent, she was surprised to see Pelleas standing there.
"Good evening Micaiah, you look very nice."
"Thank you, thank you very much," Micaiah innocently smiled, "I don't want to be rude," she paused, "but what are you doing here? We're discussing battle strategies."
"Oh…" Pelleas paused, "We were discussing battle strategies before you arrived."
"But—"
"Don't worry, we're using your strategy, Micaiah," Sothe smiled.
"We're going to attack tomorrow at dawn," said Pelleas.
"What?!"
"Is that a problem, Micaiah?" Pelleas asked with a questioning look on his face.
Micaiah sat down on a chair, closed her sparkling golden eyes, and thought for a moment. Suddenly she was back in the castle, and Lady Almedha was leaning over something, crying. Micaiah walked closer to realize she was leaning over a body in a coffin, but she couldn't see the body's face because it was hidden by stringy hair. Was this Pelleas? Then she was on a battlefield, and saw the general, Ike, standing over bodies looking pleased with himself.
Micaiah opened her gorgeous eyes, and stared at the ground for a bit, then she looked up at Pelleas, Sothe, and Leonardo, who were staring at her. "We can't attack at dawn."
"Why ever not?" Pelleas asked again, this time he took two steps closer to her. "Just cause," she paused, looking down at the ground, "because, the Greil Mercenaries will be expecting us, I know it."
"Micaiah, they're expecting us to arrive tomorrow in evening, it will be a surprise attack," Pelleas said with a bit of doubt in his voice, "they won't know what hit them."
"Micaiah? Did you see something?" Sothe asked, a bit concerned.
"I-I don't know." She didn't want to frighten Pelleas; she didn't even know if he really was the body, but who else would Almedha be leaning over crying? She decided the best thing to do was tell the truth.
"I…I saw your mother, Pelleas," Pelleas looked at her with confusion, "She was leaning over a body, but…. but I couldn't see the face. Then, I saw Ike, the general, standing over bodies in triumph."
"In other words, we lost," Leonardo said, sounding a bit distressed. "That's how it seemed," Micaiah answered, and then she looked at Pelleas. The young king had a strange look in his eyes, and Micaiah knew, she could see it in his eyes and mind, he was afraid. "We attack at dawn," he said quietly, "I have nothing else to say."
"You idiot! If we attack at dawn we'll all die! Micaiah saw it!" Sothe retorted, his face was flushed with anger.
"I said I have no more to say, good night, we attack at dawn tomorrow," and with that Pelleas left.
"What a moron!" Sothe yelled, slamming his fist on the table, "What, does he want us to all get killed?!"
"Sothe, please…. I think it's quite obvious that it's the senate's decision that we attack at dawn, not the King's." Sothe sighed, "I'm going to bed, I don't know how much more of this I can take," Sothe then left the tent, leaving Micaiah and Leonardo alone. "I'll see you in the morning Leonardo," Micaiah said in her soft sweet voice, "We have a long day ahead of us."
Micaiah left the tent, walking out into the fresh night air. A soft, cool breeze blew strands of Micaiah's beautiful silver hair as she walked back to her tent, but before going inside, she thought to herself, "What if I can somehow convince Pelleas to attack tomorrow evening? Perhaps I could, after all, we would still be attacking, and that is what the senate wants." Micaiah ran as fast as she could, to where their horses were. She quickly saddled one and rode towards the palace, where Pelleas assuredly was.