Draco was flying about in the sky high above the forest, he was bored, and he needed to train, it made him stronger, and it entertained him. He was an amazing flyer, doing spins and flips, although his wing was already injured and he was pushing himself way too much. It had just turned morning, surely, nobody would be up this early in the morning. He then flew up high and finally swooped down with a spin, although, with so much pressure on his wings, the wind quickly tore up his wing, leaving a loud echoing roar, he smashed into the cave below him which he had called home. He roared again in pain, the blood was quickly covering the floor as it dripped of his wings. It seemed he was being a little too reckless this time. He roared in pain again, his tail swaying slowly. The sound could be heard by miles.