Sherlock Story

Has anyone seen the new sherlock Holmes movie? Because, may I just say, I saw it today, and it was excellent.

My friends distinguish me with 2 qualities among all other friends, 

1. I am almost always late to everything, and if I'm not late, then I end up be incredibly early, there are only a few notable exceptions to this rule
2. I never have my own money, seriously, fr some reason, when I most need it, I end up being dead broke. 

So perhaps I'm not the first person you'd choose to invite to everything, but whenever we have a function that even barely brinks  being important, you can count on these people to invite me. Why?  Well, it's certainly not because of my oh so stellar social skills. To be honest, I think it's because I'm the one who always been there. I've known the "Leader" of our little group of weirdos since before kindergarten. Plus, I always crack the best jokes. But who knows! Itt could be because of something entirely different. 

"You're a brave soul, Mauria. You deserve better than this."

Mauria just shrugged. She didn't like recognition. She did what she did, and that was that. What was the point of saying that someone was braver than another because one person could and did do something that the other could not? As Mauria saw it, if she didn't act, then nobody else would, so she may as well act.


Marod sighed in response to this. He'd been trying to get her to understand hoow the general population viewed her feats for a very, very long time, and, as always, Mauria refused to even try to look at it at that point of view. How people could come to the conclusion that Mauria was cocky was beyond hm. She was probably the most sacrificing person he knew. 
They were riding back to Marod's house after settling a dispute that had gotten bloody a few miles away. Some men had begun fighting over some petty thing like land or livestock and had puled their thug friends int it. Mauria had broken it up quickly with a flash of her sword and a man suddenly placed at her feet. everyone had come into attack her, avenge the harm she had caused the man that lay on the ground, and every one of them Mauria had only hit with the flat of her blade, even as they each came at her without mercy. Her face had remained passive, she had shown no fear and Marod seriously doubted that at any given moment she had felt it; she had stood against far harsher, why should this be any threat to her?

They continued on in companionable silence until at long lat they came across the manor that Marod called home. It sat on an island in the middle of a lake nestled in the tall mountains that surrounded it. The lake reflected the million pinpricks of light that filled the black evening sky, making the house look like it floated in the clouds instead of on the ground. The full moon shone down on the mansion, illuminating it, and the windows lit with candles looked like small flecks of gold in the pale walls. A single bridge spanned the gap between the shore and the manor, connected the isolate to the world. Marod watched Mauria carefully, trying to gauge her reaction, but her face remained as impassive as always