In Pyroc's old hometown, back in the day, they used to have draconians attend a special school, both to keep them out of trouble and to teach them to use their special dragon powers for the good of mortal-kind--but mostly so that the military can exploit the shit out of them. Typically all dracos are born with the ability to use a particular type of breath-weapon, and they also have particular magical talents.

Young Pyroc had neither talents nor the ability to effectively use breath weapons (he'd just puff smoke). Actually, he also lacked motivation, discipline, aspirations, coordination, focus, and confidence. To make matters worse, he was the smallest and weakest student in his class. Typically the size of one's horns dictacted how virile a draco is--Pyroc had the shortest horms out of everyone who attended the academy at the time. So this basically meant that he was useless, weak, and the perfect target for all the bigger dracos. And dracos in general tend to be cruel.

He met Black Onix--who was a senior--during his second year. Onix was Pyroc's roommate and the first friend he had ever made at the academy. During the following year they learned a lot from one another: Pyroc learned that Onix was a major sadomasochist, and Onix learned how to use his telepathic and hemokinetic powers thanks to Pyroc's assistance.

Pyroc would eventually drop out of school and move to a new town. Every once in a while Black Onix would come visit him and they'd revisit old times, and reminisce on their adventures at Draco Academy.

Pyroc still doesn't have any skills, powers, or breath weapons, and his horns haven't gotten any bigger. Poor kid. Maybe things will get better for him after a few centuries.