"This is so boring"
This was the largest thought going through Jaune's head at the time he was on the Dust Plane flying to Beacon Academy to attend a four year study to become a hunter. Jaune Arc was excited to be sure, it was just that he felt it was to tiresome to be cramped inside the plane when he could be soaring in on his dragon, victorious and magnificent as always.
"Why did it have to be me that had to go. Why not one of the girls or the other family's? I mean I know i'm of age and they wanted an Arc to leave, but I still think I should be following Grandpa's footsteps."
Jaune had nothing against being a hunter, after all it was his first dream job idea he had when he finally made the soul bond between him and Luna, his Golden Dragon companion. Jaune Arc also realized that it was his duty to do this. It had been hundreds of years since Crocea Mors, prince of The King Dragons had made the agreement between him and Jaune's great great great grandfather; Sir Harold Arc to bestow a hidden peace between men and dragons. For generations The Arc family and ailed families alongside have worked with dragon kind and have made leaps and bounds in the understanding of the world, Aura and even the dragons learned how to read and even form an alphabet to be used through thoughts, dreams and Aura bonds. And there peace and achievements could no better be seen then in the current generation of The Arc Family.
Jaune Arc more precisely. He managed to attend The Citadel's Dragon Rider Academy at the early age of 13, when those older than 17 were allowed to enter, and made it to the top of his class in a matter of months as him and Luna showed his family and others, that the peace between them and dragons bared such grand fruits. He was 17 now, and proud graduate of The Dragon Rider Academy. Proof of such an achievement could be seen on his solder strap of his satchel bag. A large golden ring the size of one's paulm was pinned on the front of his left shoulder. In the middle was a dragon, splayed out with it's four arms and claws hold onto the ring while it's tail was wrapped the ring at the bottom. It's long neck curved to the left while the head faced the right with it's jaws spayed open. It's wings were splayed out and left the curves of the ring, almost making the ring have wings itself. This pin was only given to those that graduated and have become Dragon Riders as the dragon in the middle represented The King, the first Golden Dragon in existence who wanted to protect humans when they first crawled into existence, so that one day they may make peace with them. Jaune was ecstatic when he became a rider just months ago as it seemed and almost choked out poor Luna when hugging him. He chuckled at the memory of when Luna got his revenge as Jaune's father, Micheal Arc, gave him a bone crushing hug and could hear Luna's cackling from day's on end. His father told him on that day the best thing he had heard him speak to his son.
Jaune, You are my only son, and I would want no other this day to stand before me, let alone the rest of the world as a true Dragon Rider. I'm proud to be your father and my father is proud to. You will become whoever you want someday with Luna at your side. Thank you."
Jaune could not help but shed a tear at that memory. Everyone attended his graduation that day. His family friends, his sister, Crystal who was in his class couldn't help but feel proud for her little brother that day. What made it all better was that his Grandfather and role model, Gabriel Arc, had taken time out of his schedule of being The Dragon Slayer, to attend his graduation and congratulate him.
Jaune felt a tinge in his stomach as he thought about his Grandpa. Gabriel was given the title of Dragon Slayer a little after Jaune's father was born. The Dragon Slayer was a sort a peace keeper of the dragon world of Remnant. His job was to make some difficult choices and stand by them as some became Dragon Rider Law. He had no doubt that… his Grandpa had already killed both dragons and humans to keep the peace. It was difficult work and gut wrenching to think about killing a human, let alone a dragon. Jaune wanted to take over his Grandpa's position so he could let the old man retire, but Gabe would leave The Citadel for months, if not years on end. Jaune thought it was guilt he felt that drove him away for so long. Guilty to ever set foot on grounds where slaughter of a dragon was considered sin and punished with death in most cased.
Jaune pushed these thoughts out of his head and decided to focus on something else, like keeping his lunch in his stomach.
"I hate flying in machines." He muttered to himself. Flying castles. Fine and dandy. Dragons. His favorite halftime. Planes. His true enemy. How could something so artificial and controlled be more unstable and turbulent then a Yellow Dragon from Vacuo!? Jaune could never stand flying in planes, and he knew Beacon used them alot. Thank the Dust he was going to have his companion join him in a few day to get out of that nightmare. He insisted to his father and Ozpin to let him ride in on Luna to Beacon, and was shut down by Ozpin over the video call stating that the students may be afraid of him is he showed up with a winged beat that woke up to go hunt Grimm for an exercise. His father, however, knew the real reason his son wanted to ride Luna there. So instead he gave Jaune a relaxing elixir, brewed with White Dragon tears. Jaune pulled out his flask that held the cure to his motion sickness and giggled one again at the flask in hand.
For a graduation present, his sisters all got him what looked like an anime bunny shaped container, with the right ear being removable as a cap. He tilted the flask to his lips and drank, instantly feeling his Aura relax him and couldn't help but yawn. He put the flask away in his satchel, and leaned in is chair to sleep the flight off.
"Next stop, Beacon Academy."