He was not prepared for the odd relics that came with adventure,
he didn't fully understand that not all weaponry or mystical items
are for the betterment of people.

On his quest to be a hero, he had come across an odd blade found
within the partially sunken ruins of an old manor. A small sword who's
blade was as dark as coal and seemed to emit shadows like fog emerging
from the woods. It filled his mind with odd thoughts, things he could
not describe well or make sense of. An odd pull made him keep the
weapon, unsure of it's true purpose.

One could hope that a true hero could use a cursed blade for good.

Art by  lemondragon19