“Step by confused step, he slowly made his way through the dense underbrush of the forest. He didn’t know where he was, or even who he was. It seemed like years ago when he woke, but in truth, it had only been a few hours. The man had arisen from what seemed like an eternity of nightmares and untold horror – none of which he could remember. Much like his own identity. As he slowly entered the world of reality, he felt a massive pain on his right cheek, as if someone had sliced him open with a dagger. This was odd, considering the fact that there was a mysterious sword lying right next to him, gleaming brilliantly in the morning sun. It had a dark lime handle with maroon ends, and a solid gold finger guard that was encrusted with a magnificent blue stone.”