Man dreams of many things; some grand, some simple. Some dream of attaining riches that rival the splendour of a hundred kingdoms. Some dream of a fair wage. Some dream for the love of everyone around them. Some dream for the love of a single person. Some dream of becoming great Heroes; tokens of everyone envy, admiration and desire. Some dream of being seen as Heroes to the ones that matter most. Man dreams of many things; some grand, some simple. All dreams to all dreamers are exceptional and unique and are the driving force behind many of mankind's greatest achievements and innovations...as well as it's greatest failures.
However, occasionally, a persons dream can be described as odd, strange, or downright ludicrous. A dream that simply defies the comprehension of all except the one who dreams it. A dream that, by all accounts, would cause the dreamer to be considered many things; insane, stupid, moronic, idiotic, crazed, mad, deranged or violently unstable, to name a few.
Yet this does very little to deter such dreamers from pursuing there dreams, and many entering into Beacon Academy could be considered as such by the masses. Young men and women, pursuing their own dreams, goals and ideals by becoming Hunters and Huntress'; a terrifying and awesome occupation in itself. Yet, even amongst these young dreamers, there is one whose reason for entering Beacon would confound even the most intelligent amongst them.
A young man who fell asleep on the airship to Beacon and completely missed everything that Glynda GoodWitch had said.
A young man who missed the assembly for the new students and somehow ended up on the roof of the Academy.
A young man who got lost attempting to find the hall where the new students were to stay the night and decided to sleep outdoors.
A young man, who by some miracle, managed to find the cafeteria the next morning in time to get some breakfast.
A young man who stared vacantly into the distance as Beacon's Headmaster began to explain the rules for the entrance examination, his words little more than white-noise.
A young man who was confused as he suddenly found himself flung high into the air, soaring like a bird...that began to plummet to the ground like a rock.
A young man who was lost in thought as to what he should do next, before falling right into a stream.
A young man who was dripping wet as stood on the grassy bank nearby, looking around with the same blank expression that always adorned his face.
A young man who, having no knowledge of what was going on, decided to lay on the ground and gaze into the sky through thickly shaded spectacles that hid his eyes.
A young man who eventually began to drift off to sleep as he lay in the Emerald Forest, completely oblivious to the dangers that surrounded him.
A young man, who by the whimsy of fate, was found and partnered with a Faunus girl who despised humans, but needed him in order to pass the exam and forcefully dragged him throughout the Emerald Forest.
A young man who would be the only human amongst three Faunus, the team led by the very girl that loathed his existence.
This young mans name was Arden Cross.
His dream.
To create a world where he could sleep wherever he wanted.