Ah, young one. You wish to know my name? Well names are important things here, maybe you don't deserve to know my name yet.
First you might learn my story.
I started my time as a very nice and warm chunk of impure iron deep in the ground. Ah, what a glorious time that was. But alas, it was not to last. Pounding and smashing all around me, and I knew my time was coming.
Soon after, dirty grubby fingers pried me from my home. I was taken away, how far I do not know. But next I remember heat like you would not imagine. Flames enveloped the world around me. But I felt my impurities leave me as the heat transformed me.
I was drawn from the flames and beaten. Smashed, hammered, and... forged.
I began to know true shape. I was given a curved face. Very crude though it was. Many hours passed as my shape was formed.
Eventually I was adorned on the end of a silly piece of wood. What piece of Iron needs wood? But alas, the joining was wonderous and I knew greater use because of this.
My face was taken against a stone, and I felt myself gain strength. A sharp edge I now held.
I finally understood my purpose. I was to rip and tear, slash and cut, to rend and cleave.
Yes child, that was my name, and my name was also my purpose.