Drako's homeA red dragon appeared from a den in the side of a waterfall that sparkled in the sunlight. His name was Drako.
Drako was a Fire Dragon, and the last of his kind.
He stepped out of his den, stretching. The sun had just risen and I was time for Drako to eat. He padded over to the waterfall, stretching his wings, then folding them back in. Fish where jumping franticly out of the water; the perfect time to fish.
Drako stretched out his wings then took off with one huge flap and left a gust of wind behind to push the grass down temporarily. He hovered in the air, waiting to find fish jumping. That didn't take to long, for he was about twenty feet in the air before he dove, and when he did he waited for the right time. He outstretched his wings and pulled up.
Luckily he did it in time, he almost landed in the water. Drako flew inches above the surface of the water, jaws stretched open. Once he was done, he flew back up again and began to hover once more.
Swallowing the whole mouthful of fish, he sighed. "Phew, that was good." he said to himself. He dove again, but this time slower. Once Drako reached the ground and almost crashed, he lightly pulled out his wings and went up a few inches further, then crashed to his paws and skidded to a halt.
Something caught his eye; a rustling bush. He quickly jolted his head around, and saw a blue tail with a white spear-like tip. Drako sniffed the air.
"Another dragon!" he gasped, raising his head to look above the bushes. Something jumped out and crashed into him. Drako opened his eyes to see a dragon- a light blue one.
"Hey!" he snarled. "What are you doing here?!"
The dragon looked at him with it's deep blue eyes.
"I'm here," it said. Drako recognized the voice of a female dragon.
She finally finished what she was saying.