Of Magic and Dragons

Some Peope Just Can't Apperciate a Pink Dragon

So, hey there! Its been awhile but I've had this idea for a year and I decided to finally post the first chapter... enjoy!

Gilbert Beilschmidt was not an example student, in no way or form. Using that term to describe him was laughable at best. No, he wasn't a good student, unlike his younger brother who would most likely qualify as a teacher's pet. And everyone certainly loved to compare him to his younger brother, even though it was him that fought and not Ludwig.

What Gilbert was? Well, a prankster, irresponsible, and very, well, self-confidant. While still being just as organized-or as much as a neat freak, depending on how nice you would prefer to be-as his younger brother Ludwig, he was anything but the model of his class.

His brother was responsible. He could be, but he wasn't. His brother stuck to all of the rules. He made his own. Everyone expected his brother to be well-organized. People were surprised when they discovered just how organized he was. His brother hated surprises or practical jokes.

Gilbert? He had a reputation for pranks, surprises, and messing with people.

While in an ordinary school, all this rule breaking and disrespectfulness would land you in a detention-or worse, for him it wasn't quite the case. You see, he was training to be a dragon rider and a few exceptions where made here and there. He didn't care much for the magic involved, but the dragons-they were pretty awesome.

He and his dragon were great together, making a formidable team, but the elders didn't approve of the chaos that they would cause in pranking and other "displays of awesomeness".

"Didn't approve" was really an understatement. To put it bluntly, they hated it. Now that the fear of his red eyes and white hair had faded in the elders and students, he was mostly a constant headache (although to most of the girls in the town and some riders, the only headache they could get from him would be if they hit their heads after swooning).

The said albino was currently landing from a flight after getting in trouble yet again with the elders. If you asked any rider, they would all agree: spending time with your dragon was the best way to cool off. There's a bond between rider and dragon that can't be compared to any other; they are connected in mind and magic.

"Ah, that was awesome Vivex. I wish we could spend our time doing that instead of getting lectured by those un-awesome Elders. They have even more of a stick up their ass than mein bruder," He said, complaining loudly.

"To be fair, it is your fault. Even it is amusing to see the elder's dragons pink-scaled" Vivex spoke to Gilbert in his mind, and she snorted in amusement. The sun reflected brightly off of Vivex's dark blue and well-kept scales.

The two had been flying high in the sky; the only communication between them was their thoughts. A mental connection like that was simply a normal part of a rider's bond with their dragon.

It was more than a little useful, whether the pair was flying at a speed where words would be lost, or in the midst of a battle in which speaking would be a waste of time and a dangerous distraction.

"Damn right! Especially Thurkear!" Gilbert couldn't help the loud laughter that echoed around the valley. Vivex wasn't sure if it amused her more – the fact that the most fearsome dragon now had feminine, rosy colored scales or that the little one was reacting in such an exaggerated way. She decided that thinking things like this over was boring, and she continued to let herself be amused without the hindrance of dissecting why.

"They won't be happy with you when you get back. We can't stay here forever, and you need to face them." Gilbert sighed inwardly at his dragon's sense of responsibility and maturity. She'd never stop him from causing trouble, but always made him face up to the consequences when they were dealt.