Episode 12
“I carried a short scimitar,” Morgoth said, “but goblins are certainly not allowed to wear armor! The adults were still trying to cull the ranks at our age. We were mostly fodder.”
Sita Moon knew she could not continue with Morgoth. Access to any city would be impossible with him by her side. She would never be able to get any information about the dragon. Did she even care about the dragon?
It had spoken to her, convinced her to visit from the land of the gods. She could remember nothing of her life before that. The flashes came fast and disappeared as quickly. Sita Moon tried to hold them and understand them, but it proved impossible.
“I must go alone,” Sita Moon said, stopping Morgoth mid-stride. “I’m sorry. Thank you for saving me.”
“Oh,” said Morgoth. “Was it the story? I have others.”
“I don’t know who I am,” said Sita Moon. “I need to find out."
“Your name is Sita Moon,” Morgoth said, puzzled. “It says so above your head.” He pointed to her name in blue text above her head. He pointed to his own, 'Morgoth the Mighty,' which was written in red. "My name is right here. It's convenient should you ever forget, but I haven't done that in a while."
Sita Moon shook her head. “Not like that. You have a history. You know who you are. I don’t.”
"You were a Green," Morgoth said. "Then you turned Blue."
Sita Moon furrowed her brow. “I don’t understand,” she said.
Morgoth pointed to the Cthulhu Dagger as it floated lazily about Sita Moon. "Only that blade remained. I saw it happen while we fought. The dragon attacked you, all of your equipment disappeared, and your name turned Blue." He crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. "Blues aren't friends with Reds though, so I shouldn't have you travel with me either. Might send the wrong message." Morgoth backed away, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb at the dark crags beyond. “If you need me, I’ll be in the mountains.” With no more ceremony, Morgoth turned and plodded away in the opposite direction. Sita Moon watched him go until the trees obscured vision.
Voices approached from behind. Sita Moon turned as two warriors and a wizard stepped from the trees. All three had green names. “What the fuck?” said a voice. Through the Sephiroth, Sita Moon knew the words. “You look a little under-equipped to be out here.” The Greens hemmed her in, but gaps remained to break through.
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