Here's the English version, there is also a French one for those who are interested...

Please don't be cruel this is my first published story, so I'm a bit nervous about it. What if nobody reads it?... Nah, don't be mean and leave a comment if you pass by... enjoy, now...

Ingus crossed his arms over his chest, closing his eyes, letting the wind ruffle his hair.
The sunset aboard the ship was an extraordinary spectacle, his three companions were ecstatic in front of the vision on deck while he, as always, remained near the helm, recluse.

Even today, Luneth took decisions without asking anyone. He was more than fed up with this brainless and noisy moron. He always wanted to stop wherever they went, and the most annoying was that everybody soon became his friend. Wherever he went he managed to be friends with everyone. Always. What did he have more than him? Ingus was much more advantaged than him anyway. Luneth was immature, while himself was enough to make wise decisions. The other kept on causing problems by sticking his nose into the affairs of others, as with the dwarves for example (from now on, when he heard "Lali-Ho!" He felt the corner of his mouth wince slightly annoyed). In addition, time was short. Who knows what Xande is planning?
Ingus, being the eldest of the group, was to bring order, but unfortunately the others only listened to Luneth.
He sighed when he heard the others laugh loudly.
The trip promised to be long.

XxXxX

Luneth smiled, watching the sunset. But a little something prevented him from fully enjoying the scenery and the presence of his friends. That little something was named Ingus.
He cast a glance behind him to see the blond warrior buried in his usual meditation, nose slightly turned up in his usual haughty face impassive. Frowning like always.
He never shared moments with them, apart from the fights and meals.
Luneth decided to talk to him while Arc and Refia headed for the living room talking about magic.

XxXxX

Ingus stiffened feeling the irritating presence of Luneth about two meters in front of him.
"What do you want?" the blond asked irritably.

"I just wanted to suggest you join us ...Do you want to?
The warrior threw him a dark look that made him wince.
"I do not need you to tell me what I should do."
The blonde came closer dangerously.
He met the gaze of Luneth, amethyst violet filled with confusion and misunderstanding.
"What's your problem? Why you do that every time? You stand aside, you stay in your corner ... Snap out of it already! If you got a problem then just talk to us instead of ruminating alone like that! Refia is worried. Arc feels guilty. You could make an effort, we are a team!"
So there was too much. He received advice from this moron now?
"I do not remember having said anything to make them feel guilty or worried. It's their problem! If they have something to tell me, tell them to come across! Who do you think you are, coming to disturb me like this and tell me what to? I can't believe it! Three of you together are no better than me!"
He received an unchecked right to full power from Luneth before his back struck the rudder.
The free-lance gave him a cold glare.
"Leave the others out of this, Ingus."
Then he turned round, his silver ponytail billowing in the wind, and walked away while the warrior stayed on the ground massaging his jaw in pain.
What was that?
He did not recognize the friendly, smiling free-lance and yet so annoying. As if for a moment he had been someone else.

XxXxX

Refia smiled when Luneth entered the room.
But at the sight of his gloomy expression, she froze.
"What's going on?" she asked with a hint of anxiety.
The free-lance shook his head and locked himself up in his cabin. She heard him swear and give a punch in the wall. What had happened? ... This did not look like him.
She ran to the library to talk to Arc.
The young sage was lost in his thoughts, she found it hard to draw him off them.
"Arc?"

"Arc!"

"ARC! Answer now!"
"Huh?"
"I think Ingus and Luneth had an arguement..."
Arc nodded.
"I heard them."
He raised his hand and pointed his finger at the ceiling. He was just below the exact spot where Luneth and Ingus had been fighting a few minutes earlier.
"Luneth tried to convince him to join us, which upset Ingus. And now it's even worse than before."
"How so?"
"They came to blows."
"Oh! Luneth probably got hurt ..."
Arc stopped her with a hand gesture.
"The one to turn dark and violent was Luneth. Ingus did get hurt."
"... Huh?"
"The situation is now too embittered to return to normal. It is irreversible. Who knows what will happen now? ..."

XxXxX

Ingus was pacing in his room. Thus, he saw the true face of Luneth. He had to admit that he preferred a lot the cold and violent Luneth than the usual warm and friendly idiot. The contrast was somehow fascinating. Now, when he would see the freelance, he won't be able to not think about his "dark side". Was it a good thing?
He was still in the thinking when someone knocked on his door. He opened to a smiling Luneth.
"C'mon, dinner's ready...?"
Still annoying that smile. It now seemed clear that the smile was a façade designed to conceal something much darker and serious than he could imagine. Knowing that this hypocrite hideout something as huge behind his frivolous and silly airs made him sick.
He took the neck of the free-lance and pinned him against the wall of the corridor. A flash passed through the boy's eyes.
Ingus smiled inwardly. He had provoked him.
"You think I'm a fool or what? After you beat me you allow yourself to show up with a huge smile pasted on your face, asshole?"
The freelance closed his eyes to remain calm, breathing deeply.
"You and your cronies ..." Ingus whispered. "You're worth nothing."
Luneth opened his violet eyes, now dark and stormy.
A smile split Ingus' face.

Luneth hit the warrior by lifting violently his knee, and Ingus started back without losing his smile. He continued to speak as well.
"You are only kids ... Think you can save the world ..."
Luneth gave him a violent nudge in the ribs. That still did not stop the blonde.
"The world's getting nowhere ... with irresponsible idiots like you ..."
Luneth uttered a cry of rage and threw himself on the warrior. The smile of the latter faded.

It was no longer Luneth before him. It was only rage and violence.
He looked like an assassin. One angry feline. His violet eyes flashed.
He was about to receive the last strike ... that did not come. Luneth was still kneeling on him, but Arc and Refia each held an arm with great difficulty. The freelance, seething with rage, was not even able to utter a word.
Ingus extricated himself from his attacker in and leaned against the wall.
... Fuck it, it hurts.
He healed his wound with a potion he had with him and then thanked Arc and Refia before apologizing for what he had said.
Luneth calmed down immediately, the violet of his eyes again becoming placid, and rose slowly, the other two still clinging to his arms. He planted his calm and cool eyes in Ingus'.
"Why did you do that?"
"It is simple," said the warrior. "I just wanted to see who you really are."