The Nameless one

He Awoke in a hellish dark landscape. And didn't remember anything. Beside  him was a sheathed blade . It had a strap desinged for wearing it on the back. He took it. the end of the blade stopped just above his knee's and the blades side was almost as thick as his hand in the middle. the point being sharp as jagged mountian tops. He drew the blade , for how large it was it was unusually light,  the collour of the blade as Black  as the night except for red dragon running across middle of the Blade.  What is it for? And why does it feel so evil? As he sheathed it.  Around him was collapsed walls rebel and wood.  Hearing  voices in the distance. He walked in that genereal direction wondering who he was. 

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