Break it...I have to

Without weilding it...the person is normal but with it they are litterually a whole other. Even the sweetest can turn sour.

The one whom made this sword isn't known but by legend when the death came, the killer molded the bone and scales into a sword. Then the ghost returned cursing the sword to revers his personality and even to his grave he was a better man. My great grandfather found this long ago on one of his adventures. Turned him evil for a moment then he put it to the sheath and the curse no longer afflicted him. the sheath is long gone though and so I now deal with it. I hate it and want it destroyed but everytime I come close to breaking it...it jummbls my own mind...I've been searching for someone whom is able to break it without being "altered" by it. So far no luck.

I don't know why I did this...I was trying to keep it secret but as soon as I picked it up...it was like I wasn't there...horrible...