The city of New York can be a place for many opportunities. Some people find their future; some people find their true love. Some people have a career; some people find a chance at a new life. For young Mitchell Wyatt, the city of New York was just a hellhole for him. Living in the dangerous part of Hell's Kitchen has not always been easy for him, but he learned to keep his nose out of trouble. Every time a mugging or crime was happening in front of him, he just put his head down, and looked straight at his feet.

"Wake up, kid! Time to leave us alone!" is what Mitchell heard from his 24/7 drunk of a father every morning. Mitchell would drag himself out of bed everyday and put on some clothes he couldn't tell were either washed with soap or cologne was sprayed on to it. He exits his room and entered the kitchen, where the air was filled with cigarette smoke and alcohol. His mother was sitting in the kitchen, smoking her 5th cigarette of the day and tugging up the clothing that is too revealing for a middle aged woman.

"Go make something for yourself, you worthless thrash," said Mitchell's mother, not even looking at him. He grabbed out frozen waffles and cooked them in the toaster. His father burped and yelled to Mitchell "Get me another beer!"

"Why don't you get it yourself, you filthy piece of crap!" is what Mitchell wanted to say, but he didn't want to get a black eye before he gets to school. So he grabbed the beer out of the fridge and gave it to his father. His father took the beer out of Mitchell's hands, took a sip, and spat the beer back in his face.

"This beer is warm! Get me a cold one idiot!" hissed Mitchell's father.

Mitchell just stood there his eyes blank; his hands curled into fists, simply nodded and went to get his father another beer.

He finished his breakfast waved goodbye to his mother and father, but instead of waving goodbye and saying, "Have a good day!" they simply grunted and continued to watch T.V.

Mitchell got outside of his apartment building, and checks his left pocket, he felt a cold metal object and grasped it, pulled it out a tiny bit, and saw it was his tazer. He let out a breath of relief, knowing he can defend himself if he gets in any trouble. He was walking down the street and saw many foul souls ready to wreak danger into the streets. Drug dealers, muggers, hookers, all these people started showing up when Brooklyn started buffing up law enforcement. Mitchell has been very lucky that he hasn't been part of any of these sinful deeds these people do.

Mitchell made it school peacefully without anyone asking if he wanted to hit or if they "Want to party". Mitchell's day at school is just as bad as living with his parents. He goes through the hall with people pushing him knocking down his books, saying "Watch where you're going, freak!" or "Oops, sorry about that stupid!" Every time he was bumped or his books knocked down or yelled at, he just looked down silently and picked up his books or continues to walk down the hall. Even his teachers treat him unkindly. Whenever one of his classmates would cause trouble behind the teacher's back, they would somehow frame it on Mitchell and the teacher would send him to the principle's office and get detention.

Luckily today everything was better than usual. Not fantastic, but better. He got his Backpack of books and was walking home until a gang of boys stopped him in his tracks. "Hey crap face, what's new?" said the boy in front of him. The boy who was talking to Mitchell was much taller than him, so he was looking straight at his chest, as if he was deaf and didn't hear what the boy said and was totally invisible to him. He walked around the gang of boys and continues to walk home, but the gang followed him.

"Where you going, Wyatt? You in hurry to get the crap kicked out of you by your dad? Or is Mommy gonna make you clean the laundry?" said the boy.

"If you excuse me Tommy, I believe I have some homework to do," said Mitchell turning to the boy known as Tommy as he was walking. Mitchell then tripped on the curb and knocked down a wooden platform that had a man painting the building. The platform fell on Tommy, with paint splashing down all over his head. The whole gang was in awe at what happen to Tommy, while Tommy stood there, silent as owl in the late morning. He wiped the white paint off of his face, revealing his eye flaring with anger.

"You... are... so dead Wyatt..." he hissed slowly, and then yelled, "Get him!" and the gang of boys, who were bigger and stronger than Mitchell, sprinted toward him. Mitchell quickly turned away and lurched himself away from the gang of boys. Mitchell may have been smaller than the boys, but he was much faster than them. After a block of being chased by boys who looked as bloodthirsty as a pack of wolves, he quickly turned into a path of alleyways. The boys followed him into the alleyway, barely keeping up with Mitchell. Mitchell turned into another alley way and then with his keen eye and quick mind of escaping, turning into a back alley. He then hugged himself on the wall, praying the boys would past him. After hearing a couple of giant steps going past him, he heard silence. Mitchell slowly glanced into the alleyway; No one was in sight. He walked out into the alleyway, looking over his back seeing if Tommy or his friends were going to pounce at him. While walking in the alleyway a strange light caught his attention.

This was a dull color of fuchsia smoke illuminated the area. As he walked through the smoke a building appeared in front of him. It was a shop, but a shop Mitchell has never seen before. The building was made out of a strange oak, it was pitch black and the texture was smooth as metal. He went over to the door, looked above and it showed two dragons, one white and one red, fighting each other vigorously. He clutched onto the knob, which was the head of a reptile, turned the knob and enter inside. As he enters a strange aroma set foot into his nostrils. A Sweet, relaxing, almost unreal. He wandered around the shop and saw strange and interesting objects. Shrunken heads, voodoo dolls, and animal parts in tiny jars. He continued to saunter around the shop until a gleam of light shone on the corner of his eye. He went to the area where the shining came from and saw a box of rings for sale. As He examined the rings, seeing them all different, mystical almost each one that would make you think it's a ring that came from the middle ages.

But a certain glow caught Mitchell's attention in the jewelry box. The glow came from a ring, a ring with a blood red colored stone, smooth a glass. Next to it was a frost blue ring, also as smooth as the other ring.

"Ah, the rings of fire and ice. You seem interested in them, young man?"

Mitchell looked up, almost off his feet from surprise, and saw a woman who appeared to be the store clerk. She was no ordinary woman. Her skin was the color of caramel, with bracelets on her arm, wrists and could tell there was one on her thigh. Her eyes were colorful, a color Mitchell has not seen before. Her hair was light brown, braided and curly. She was wearing clothes that look colorful quilts and they were wrapping around her.

"Um, yes they do seem interesting..." was all Mitchell could say.

"There's an old legend behind these rings, would like to hear?" said the woman, her voice almost hissing.

Mitchell nodded. "Well according to legend it was around the time the English came over her to American, and New York was still a green paradise. One English man told my ancestors he would give him great wealth and be treated like royalty. But the English man was greedy and kept all the power to himself. This angered my ancestors and put a curse on the two rings he wore. The next day the English man was arrested for murdering his own partner. He came to my ancestors before the English man was hung and they said 'The curse I put upon you was the curse of splitting your soul in half, making your evil, greedy to born in the world and do whatever he desires.

"So what the legend tells us is that when we wear the two rings your soul is split in half, making the side you never show roam free. So my dear boy, would you like to have them? Or do you think you'll become two people?" The clerk taunted.

Mitchell chuckled softly and said, "Sure, I'll buy them. How much will it cost?"