Conversation Aflame.

Hello there! This is my entry for the wiki wide writing contest! As my writing usually do, it will involve my two favorite Oc's Neonyte and Ace. I hope this turns out to be as good as I'm thinking it will, and as always, Enjoy! (Under the short story genre by the way!)
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Two dragons were lit up by a small fire crackling and snapping quietly, contained by a ring of rocks. These two were an unusual pair, not only because the difference in tribe, but because of the major difference in personality. One was considered evil, ruthless and malicious, while the other was considered friendly, caring and funny. Yet these two sat across from each other, gazing distantly into the heart of the open flame. Silence drew in around them, and neither of them shifted or moved to disturb the peace. They both seem hypnotized by the fire, which they watched endlessly, both of them blissfully unaware.
Eventually, a long sigh finally shattered the fragile glass of peace and bliss. The Nightwing stretched, sprawling out onto the floor. The Skywing did much the same. "Do you believe in ghosts, Ace?" Neonyte asked, trying to arouse conversation out of the unusually silent Skywing. "Uhm, no. I think that when good dragons die, their spirits fly off into wherever they choose to reside for the rest of their spirithood. But not like a ghost, like a...spirit." Neonyte nodded. "And the bad ones?" Ace shrugged uneasily, which made Neonyte chuckle. "I'll be sure to let you know." He spoke calmly, gazing into Ace's confused eyes much as he had the fire.
After a short moment of thinking, Ace spoke up again. "How about a game?" He suggested. It was still early in the night, but Ace didn't have a game involving moving in mind. "Oh...sure." Neonyte said, not really seeing any reason why not. "Well, since we barely know anything about each other, how about we play Truths?" From the title alone, Neonyte knew what the game was. "I suppose that's okay...you go first." Ace grinned.
"Neonyte, what was your past like?" 
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A frightened dragon sat terrified in a corner as a figure loomed over him, talons extended and teeth bared. "C'mon Neonyte! Fight me, do something, quit being a little dragonet and fight me!" The figure taunted and laughed. A horrible, echoing, nightmarish laugh. The dragon whined in fear, pressing itself further into the corner. It could do nothing, It could not fight, it could not run, it was beaten every day, into the point of submission and terror. Every day, it would beg for mercy, but it got none. This was life for this dragon. A tortured existence. A life not worth fighting for....
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A dragon lay shaking and quivering on the ground, breathing shaky, shallow breaths and curled in a ball. It was bleeding and wounded, but it would live. This dragon was Ace.
Neonyte loomed over this ball of tears and blood and sobbed himself, crying deeply and having his vision blurred by tears as he watched this dragon...his only friend. He begged for forgiveness, wrapping the dragon up in his wings, wishing he hadn't of done what he had. He sobbed until he fell asleep. And when he did, the fire slowly faded..
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