PRESENT DAY

Currens Viridi Guido. Currens Viridi Guido. Currens Viridi Guido. That was his name. That was his name. He was seventeen. He lived with his adoptive moms Dives Negotium Domina and Tropaeis Uxorem Domina. He worked parttime at the gym as a fitness trainer. Currens Viridi Guido was sure that he knew exactly who he was.

But little did he know, he was wrong. He was so, so wrong.

His mothers found him on their doorstep at only a few weeks old, there was no note attached to the box. There was no explanation, no letter, not even his name. Regardless, they gladly welcomed him into their home. They knew nothing about him, but they didn't care. They had hoped and dreamed and prayed for their own child for so long, and it seemed that they had gotten exactly what they wanted. They told this same story to Currens all the time, getting more and more dramatic with each retelling.

And now, as Currens stood in their broken apartment, his mothers nowhere to be seen, and MTs surrounding him on all sides, he couldn't help but remember the story that he had been told so many times. Currens wished so desperately that he hadn't been so curious. He wished that he could have just been happy with his life. He wished that he had never found out who he really was. But it was far too late. This was the end for him, and he knew it. He was going to get killed by the Empire in his own home, with no way of contacting his family and no way of knowing if his mothers were even still alive.

TWO HOURS EARLIER

It was around noon and Currens was stretching in the park, getting ready for his jog. It was raining, but his token green outfit seemed to deflect the rain completely. As he bent down to touch his toes, he remembered that little blonde kid a couple years ago who was doing the exact same thing he was doing now; jogging in the rain. Allowing a smile to spread across his face, Currens wondered what might have become of the boy now, and he hoped that he was doing alright. After finishing his stretches, Currens started jogging, going his usual route through the city. No matter how many times he does it, Currens never got tired of taking in the city around him during each jog. It kept him occupied and stopped him from thinking about how curious he was of his birth family and who he really was.

As he was running through the city, Currens allowed his eyes to drift over to an older building on the left. It looked older than the buildings surrounding it, but the large painted letters over the window still stood bright as ever: "Fortunes! Visions! Palm Readings! And More!". Feeling around in his pocket, Currens felt a few Gil, and after a moment of hesitation, jogged into the store. It couldn't hurt to figure out his past, could it?

Entering the store, Currens followed a totally not shady path into a totally not shady dark room where a totally not shady old table sat in the middle with two totally not shady chairs tucked into it. Looking around the room, Currens made the totally smart decision to yell in a completely deserted shop in a completely dark room with a door that suddenly slammed shut in a totally not shady way. "Hello? Is anyone here?"

After a few moments of silence, a voice bellowed back from somewhere in the room. "Ah, a customer. Please, take a seat, take a seat." Deciding that this voice was completely trustworthy and not at all shady, Currens moved towards one of the seats before being interrupted by the same voice. "Not that one! The other one!" Currens was still completely nonchalant about the entire situation. Listening to the voice, he moved towards the other chair, taking a seat as the voice instructed. As soon as he was seated, a figure popped out from under the table, completely covered in a dark cloak. The figure moved toward the chair and, after a few moments of struggling to get its short, green, fabricy legs up, took a seat in the chair. "Now, boy, tell me what you wish to know," the figure bellowed, its voice sounding strangely like Jim Henson's.

Currens started feeling nervous and unsure about this whole thing, which was completely absurd, because why would someone be uneased by a completely not shady store with a completely not shady figure as its owner that's in a completely not shady part of town? Gulping, he tentatively answered the figure. "I would like to know about my backstory and who I am."

"Hmm...I see, I see...," the figure crooned, leveling its head to Currens. The figure let down its hood, revealing a disgusting lime green face, eyes set far apart at the very top of its head, lines through its pupils, a grotesquely wide and elongated mouth, and a lack of ears and a nose. It was horrendous.

"K-Kermit?!"

Currens looked at the figure, completely shocked. Kermit, however, seemed to be quaking with rage. "You FOOL. Do I LOOK like Kermit to you?! You DISGUST me. You absolutely DISGUST ME. I am NOT Kermit. I am Dark Kermit, and I expect to be treated with respect, as someone of my rank and nobility should be! I'll let it go this once, but repeat this disgusting slander again, and you WILL be hearing from my legal representatives," Dark Kermit practically screamed. Currens hastily nodded, adding "Okay, Dark Kermit, it won't happen again. Please, chill."

Recomposing hims- itself, Dark Kermit continued. "Now, as I was saying, you wanted me to tell you your past?" The puppet let out a horrible, soul-rupturing laugh. "That, I can do. For a price." Currens moved his hand towards his pocket, taking out the few Gil that he had. "Is...Is this enough?" he asked, hoping that it would be. After looking at the coins for a moment, Dark Kermit nodded, gesturing with its eyes to put the money into the garbage can on the right. Once Currens deposited the payment and sat back down, the puppet began to shake horribly, as if it was being exorcised. Its eyes rolled back into its head, mount unhinged and horrible satanic warbling sounds coming from the puppet's mouth. The entire room turned even darker and looked almost as if it was bathed in purple light, the shrieks of innocent souls damned for eternity being heard from every corner. After what seemed like an eternity, but was really only about twenty seconds, the shaking and screaming stopped, leaving Currens and Dark Kermit in the room just as it was before, normal as ever.

Currens sat in his chair, his spirit ripped out of his body and the light in his eyes long gone. "...What the hell are you?" The poor boy was positively traumatized. He was starting to think that maybe this entire thing was more trouble than what it was worth. That was until he heard the puppet's answer. "My God...," its horrible voice said. "You're...You're...You're a prince." Currens was confused by what exactly the puppet meant. "I'm a- what?"

Dark Kermit hurriedly stood up, heading to the door as fast as its thing legs could get it. "You have to leave now. Go, hurry up." Currens tried to interject the puppet, but before he could, it was already pushing him out the door of the room. "Get out of my shop, and never come back! You'll be endangering us all!" Before he knew it, Currens was out on the street, just as confused as ever, maybe even more so. He was a prince? What did Dark Kermit mean by that? Why did he want him out of his shop so fast? And how could he possibly endanger them? Sighing, he started to jog back home, knowing he would get no answers. The jog seemed to take a much shorter time than it normally did, but Currens paid no attention to that, stepping into the apartment complex and opening the lock on his door. However, when he got into the apartment, Currens was greeted with a sight that he had hoped he would never have to see.

PRESENT DAY

Maybe, Currens thought, this was all for the best. He would never have to know if his mothers were dead. He would never have to know how many more died because of him. And he didn't want to know. Currens was willing to accept that the Empire had won. Shutting his eyes tight, he waited for the moment of excruciating pain that would fade into complete darkness to come.