Moriarty looked at the cave. The fire now quelled. His army, which was once a proud force to be reckoned with, is now a sad pile of ashes.
He sighed and spat on the ground.
Moriarty had to think of something quick.
To bad an arrow lodged itself into his chest.
To bad it pierced his heart.
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The Prince - Johnlock
FanfictionJohn is put in charge of guarding the prince. At first he thinks it will be just another spoiled brat who doesn't want to do anything. But he is very mistaken when he meets Sherlock Holmes for the first time. COMPLETED
