Fabrizio and Leo

At the Academy of Magic, they say every bond is perfect. But if destiny never makes a mistake, why does being with Fabrizio hurt so much? He finished his training as one of the top graduates. I, a lower-class mage with mediocre grades and weak magic, only got him by chance, spending every credit and scholarship I had. In exchange, I received a year of contempt. The last burn he caused me was deep. Fabrizio didn’t even apologize; he sent a message saying I was being dramatic and that I wasn't good enough to take care of a pureblood Phoenix. He mocked my effort and said that seeing a low-ranking mage cry disgusted him. He would never accept a soul bond with me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I went to the registration department to request a swap. The attendant found it strange, since creatures are supposed to be loyal, but she understood my pain:"Perhaps there was an error in the evaluation." She led me to the archives room. Books flew open and photos floated around me: foxes, leopards, wolves... All of them impressive, but none convinced me. I just wanted a patient companion, someone who would accept a common mage. Just as I was about to give up, a file dropped onto my head. The photo showed a man with silver-gray eyes, cold vertical pupils, and an imposing stature. Beautiful in a dangerous way. Leonarth. "He is the most obedient companion we have," the attendant explained. "There were high hopes, but his dragon blood never awakened. He is an orphan, raised here, extremely docile, but nobody wants him. If he isn't chosen today, he will be sent to the Black Wasteland, where the rejected are slowly undone until nothing is left. Nobody wanted him. Just like me. Thinking about his suffering broke my heart. — Is he really obedient? — I asked. — Yes, he is. — Then I'll take him. I left Fabrizio's destructive fire behind. My destiny was now restarting in the silence of that dormant dragon.