Dyson Arthnor climbed into bed after a long day of fending off monsters outside the village. A hoard of slimes had ventured near the village entrance and no one was able to enter or leave. More and more monsters had been cropping up as of late after the elemental crystal had shattered. Dyson being a sword wielder, was called upon to go fend off the slimes. This wasn't a very hard task, just very tedious as there were an enormous number of them. Though Dyson prevailed, worn out and covered in slime goo, he returned to the village victorious and was given praise.

Now as he lay in bed, he thought about why he became a swordsman in the first place. He liked to adventure and was keen on helping people in need, in this case fending off some monsters. He knew that there was something different about him compared to other swordsman he had come into contact with. Most had just done it for the money and fame. He was doing it for the feeling he got helping people.
 
He drifted off to sleep and it wasn't long before he was in dreamland. This night his dreams were different than before. Dyson stood in a black void surrounded by nothing but blackness, yet he was able to see. He walked forward and seemed to go on endlessly. All of a sudden as he was walking he heard a voice. "The world is dying. The crystal which powers this world has shattered. You are our hope. Save the world. Go to the temple of earth, retrieve the element of earth and reunite the crystal shards to bring life back to this world."

With that the dream flashed away in an instant and Dyson woke up in a cold sweat. He had no idea what just happened, but he knew that someone was reaching out to him. He had to become the hero this world needed.