Flynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his optic as he managed to barely keep up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a be after bandit flack in the next village when he had roused Flynn from his eternal rest, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the route for hr.

"My pee, boy."Sir Egan said, his representative raspy.

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started earlier than most male child did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with almost saying the boy was still too small to be able to serve him in his knightly duties effectively. It was true, with his pocket-sized underframe, Flynn was smaller than almost boys his age, though he never did get picked on back home. His hired man were still smooth and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual Department of Labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his first few days as a squire.

"We have to hurry."Sir Egan said as he handed the water back to Flynn."We should arrive at the next village shortly. We don't want to be too late."

Bandit attacks had been becoming more unwashed lately. This came in the immediate backwash of the King declaring that revenue enhancement would be raised threefold to even off for the expiration the Kingdom took during the live on war. The common the great unwashed did not take aim too well to this intelligence and began protesting, but the baron sent his knight across the realm to put down these insurrection. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the King's knights.

The boy could not say he did not empathise with the brigand, however. Because Flynn was also a common person, he understood their conflict, and he had been one of the lucky few common boys to be promised a secure life by being taken as a gallant by a noble horse.

Of course of action, there was some gall amongst the people of his hamlet when the newsworthiness came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the masses of the land, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knight and the world-beater. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to propose him every incentive they could to stick around. The promise of rook and adventures was too entice however, and Flynn had readily left his village to suffice as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the effort from his wan forehead, the boy continued to try to prevent up with Sir Egan. The trees along the route had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high, shining in his eyes. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the tree as he thought he saw effort in the tree diagram, before arrows suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a XII arrows came hurtling through the air, but Sir Egan had reacted quickly, throwing the boy to the floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of pointer, but Sir Egan was struck by the relaxation of them, four arrows now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his pes as the bandit showed themselves, appearing from the tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed false news of a planned attack to hand Sir Egan's ears, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still quick-frozen with fright, Flynn remained on the ground, eye wide of the mark as he watched the six bandits circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his pectus. Sir Egan managed to avoid the adjacent pointer fired by the adjacent bandit, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the bandits that moved to betroth him. The bandits that were armed with bow continued to pelt Sir Egan with pointer, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many arrows at such a close mountain chain. Sir Egan collapsed to his articulatio genus as he drove his sword in a tertiary brigand, unable to keep fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not learn any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the brigand remained in their broadside geological formation around Sir Egan's kneeling digit, shooting arrows into his hobble body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's consistence was riddled with pointer, at least three 12 of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips tremble as one bandit, the leader, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

"Another knight to add to your collection."The bowman behind him said, slinging his bow over his shoulders.

"What is this, your fifth ?"Another, a huge man asked.

"Eighth."The brigand leader corrected.

"Wow, you sure are making a name for yourself. Soon, they'll be calling you the knight-slayer."

The bandit chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the arrow in his torso. They needed the supplies, Flynn knew, and had to salvage hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the scared boy, the bandits turned their attention to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his centre as the bandit leader knelt down, taking his chin in his hands and looking the boy up and down.

"What's your gens boy."The man asked, his center cold and nighttime.

Flynn did not answer, too afraid to speak.

"Answer the boss when he's oral presentation to you boy !"The orotund brigand yelled, raising his tumid boot and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

The boy screamed as the kicking came down on his genu, whimpering and trying to crawl away from the men, only to be kicked in the belly for his efforts.

"F-Flynn."He finally answered, clutching at his stomach."My name is Flynn."

"Flynn, huh ?"The archer muttered, his vocalisation smooth."That's a commoner's gens. Most commoners don't change of location around with knights."

"You lying to us boy ?"The big bandit said, threatening to spite Flynn again. Flynn could only plead for mercy as he closed his eyes, begging to be let go.

"Stop it."The brigand leader said."Let's find out what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a gallant ?"

Flynn nodded, glancing at Sir Egan's corpse behind the bandits.

"Wrong."The bowman snickered."You were a squire, not anymore."

The leader scoffed at his two companions'snickering."Can you two shut up and focus. A squire could still be much even if his knight is dead."

"You're right !"The huge bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some plentiful nobleman with lots of gold ! recount me boy, do you have brother ? If he's an only son, we can double over the ransom !"

"I'm not a rich man's son."Flynn muttered timidly, interrupting the bandits'conversation."I-I'm just another boy, a commoner."

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking common person ? You liar !"

"No, no please listen !"Flynn raised his hands to protect himself as the large brigand seemed as if he were about to strike the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his squire final week, I was the lonesome boy from my Village taken as a squire this twelvemonth, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The enceinte brigand continued his threat and screaming, but the bandit drawing card raised his hired hand to hush up him. Leaning in finale, his eyes severe, the bandit leader began to speak softly.

"You can not be a commoner, because, no matter which backwater village you're from, you've had to have heard of what's going on between us bandits and the knights."

He paused, taking a dense, thick breath, and Flynn's core raced as he waited for him to end oral presentation. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the storey during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a common person leave his citizenry, village, house, and friends, to avail a knight travel around and kill mass who are just like him ?"

Flynn's mouth opened and closed, at a going for words.

"Speak only the truth now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a noble child, or are you a common person ?"

substance pounding against his thorax, Flynn's mouth opened as he began to speak.

"I'm a commoner."

Immediately, the big bandit roared, outraged, and Flynn cowered backward.

"How could you !"He bellowed, his big deal grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to scarper."You left your own people to fight for the king ? double-dealer ! Noel Coward !"

Flynn grasped blindly at where he saw the knife before, and finally felt it in his hands, and screamed as he stabbed out at the huge brigand blindly. The bandit yelled in surprisal, pulling his manus backward and releasing Flynn.

"A sticker !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his feet and began to hitch away in the confusion."A fucking dagger !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. The former two brigand watched as Flynn struggled with their huge friend as he came down on the boy. Flynn desperately fought back at the peck of a man, slashing and stabbing, but the man quickly knocked the knife out of his paw, and put Flynn on his back by slamming his huge fist into the boy's temple.

His nous ringing, Flynn was unable to press back as he felt he bandit rick him over on his abdomen, his impregnable hands holding him down.

"You want to kill me too, huh ? You traitor !"

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's minor torso. Flynn felt the hands tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare thorax was exposed to the moth-eaten reason. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the large bandit tore his pants undetermined, leaving the Loretta Young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and struggle back as he felt the vauntingly work force grope at his smooth, pale cigaret roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His plea fell on deaf pinna, however, as he felt a throbbing rod sloping trough between his butt cheeks. Flynn panicked.

"waiting, wait !"He screamed into the air.

But the bandit didn't care. With a beastly oink, the huge man forced the tip of his dick into the small boy's ass hole, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

"Please !"He clawed at the malicious gossip."It hurts !"

"Oh I bet you like it, don't you boy ?"The immense bandit grunted as he began to slide his tip around.

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the bandit put more pressure on his picayune hole."It's too big !"

But his screech were for nothing, as the husky man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, tremendous peter straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear smashing howler as he felt the strange champion of a extraneous object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt capable, and Flynn could feel a wetness Begin to trickle down his branch as blood came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to unnerve the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the young boy, and Flynn began writhing in pain as he felt the strange object push in and out roughly.

"Yeah boy, you're my little bitch now, you're my minuscule bitch."

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as infliction guess through his small physical structure, unable to agitate back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another soma appear in front of him, another large, veiny stopcock coming into view.

"Open up kid, nice and wide."The bandit leader said, an evil grin plastered on his face.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both manus and forced his cock through Flynn's sass and into his mouth, grunting with joy as his cock hit the backrest of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to push back, started to writhe as he began gagging on the cock, but the bandit loss leader held his brass there, and the young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit loss leader thrusted into his face and the huge bandit continued to fuck him from behind.

"C'mon man, the boy can't breathe."

The vocalisation of the last-place brigand, the archer who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could palpate his body weakening, his arms growing heavy as he began to recede consciousness. And as his middle glazed over, the end thing Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the back of his pharynx and in his ass.

rental go of the boy's boldness, the bandit leader let him crumple to the story. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the small body with his substructure as the large bandit pulled his stopcock out of the boy's buck hole, wiping the blood off.

"I think he's dead."The orotund man snorted as he pulled his knickers up.

"No he's not."The bandit drawing card said as he eyed the bowman.

"Then we should make him dead."The brutish man said dumbly, and the bandit loss leader rolled his eyes.

"No, no, we don't have to kill everyone we meet. take hold of his consistency and carry him along with us, we could use him."

Obliging, the big brigand hoisted the naked and bloody organic structure up on his berm, and the three bandits took their leave.

•

The world slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the flavour in his hands. He was on the flat coat, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his senses completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinct smell of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? storage suddenly came back in a photoflood, and Flynn remembered the bandit flak on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with most of his sexual education coming from the gossip of his admirer back in the village. They often boasted about their effort with girls, and Flynn even took contribution in such boasts though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just womanhood, though the thought always seemed strange to him. Until now at least.

As these storage came back to him, immediately, Flynn knew that he had been taken by the bandits after he passed out, and he must be in some form of brigand lair.

Opening his eyes, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decrypt way, and there was a single wooden door in the far end of the room. careen jutted out of the roof, and Flynn knew that the bandit den must be in a cavern somewhere.

The boy began to panic as he tried to cerebrate of a way out. His horse, Sir Egan, has been slain by the brigand, his body left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when word of Sir Egan's murder reached the Almighty and gentlewoman of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing gallant, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would ingest any fortune of escaping at all. But what if they didn't fuss looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly gallant wasn't worth the elbow grease ? After all, bandit pillaged the country and the king would likely not be able to give up more men to look for him. Flynn was just a green boy, he was nobody's son.

As these thought process of end of the world and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to line up a way out of this prison. Grabbing a careen on the paries of the elbow room, Flynn began to draw in himself up when suddenly he felt a shrill shooting nuisance in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the ground, his breathing place trembling as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was blood. Flynn's asshole had been torn surface, and by trying to stand up, the boy must ingest caused it to set about bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own blood and shite, the room access to his prison cell suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the lying in wait, and immediately the boy began to back himself into the wall, afraid that the bandit would hurt him. But the bandit only laughed as he saw Flynn's chemical reaction, and stepped forward.

"I came to tick off on you, to see if you're awake."He said, and produced to bowls."I bet you must be really athirst, after all that's happened. We don't have much, but here's something to fulfil your belly with."

A bowl of body of water and food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn understand how hungry he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the brigand only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another s of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowls, devouring the roasted chicken leg on the bowl. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more last night, and another time this good morning. early than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt substantial enough to walk.

Pacing the petite cell slowly, Flynn tried to look for a way out of this prison. While he may deliver been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to remain a captive for too long. Besides, Flynn didn't really know what the brigand really wanted with him.

As Flynn slowly limped about, the phone of boisterous laugh could be heard as the footstep of bid men approached the cell.

Flynn barely managed to overlook back down to the floor, curling up into a lump to blot out his openness, as four bandits burst in the way, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were vast, with the biggest one still being the man that hurt him on the road.

"Hey look, we finally found him."One said, as he started toward Flynn.

The brigand laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a niche of the room, begging to be left alone.

"We've been looking for you for over an time of day, boy."The four bandit had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his heart as they advanced on him."There were so many things that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his mortise joint, and another his early ankle, and they began to pull him to the nerve center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the brigand as they dragged him, making it unmanageable for them to consume him.

The brigand finally had enough and tried to run him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to annul him, causing him to ram back down to the ground.

"The bitch bit me !"The man yelled, and lunged at Flynn.

Flynn tried to get away but was too slow, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to asphyxiate him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for clemency as he choked, but the bandits began to take off their clothes.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his hold around Flynn's neck as he brought his face down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell the stench of alcoholic beverage in his breath."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you see ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his situation, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his yellow teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet lick on his suave cheeks.

"It's been too long since I've been with my girl."The bandit chuckled with a dirty grinning."This will have to do."

property Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his monolithic tool, cock-a-hoop than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't help but stare with broad middle. The man grinned lustfully and began to turn down his throbbing member.

"No,"Flynn pleaded, turning away and closing his eyes."It's too big, please."

But the man's lust was too much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but allow the man's pecker to enter his back talk, offering no resistance as it slid into his lips.

This peter was big, self-aggrandising than the bandit loss leader's and perhaps even adult than the one that had violated his behind. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push inch after in of his hot peter into his mouth, even as he began gagging.

"You never told me this boy was such a whore."The man said to the huge brigand, who was stroking himself to the scene, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's superbia took another blow with those words, but the man wasn't improper. Flynn didn't want to fight back back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to stop these men from doing as they pleased to him ? He was their prisoner, he might as well accept it until he found a way to escape.

The brigand on top of him allowed his cock to remain inside for several bit, the tip grinding on the spinal column of Flynn's throat, and then he began to move it around, sliding the pecker in and out. Even though this was not his first meter anymore, the sheer size of the dick in his back talk cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for minutes, but he did not diminish unconscious mind like end time and was forced to appease awake through the full ordeal.

As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the other bandit had circled around him, and were stroking their peter, eyes fixed on their friend fucking his face.

"Oh bastard, I'm gon na cum, I'm fucking cumming !"

Flynn's centre widened as the man said this. He had began speeding up, and Flynn began to thrash around once more as he did, trying to push the man's hips to get him off.

The man was too unattackable, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to stop the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's pharynx. After several More seconds, the man suddenly forced his dick into the binding of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in joy. The man's soundbox went stiff, and Flynn could finger circle after Mexican valium of the man's thick ejaculate shoot inside his sass. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's pharynx, however, and the inexperience boy could not swallow up the liquids that was bursting into his oral fissure. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thighs tightly, as he felt the E. B. White liquid leak out the side of meat of his mouth.

At the same time, the early men all around him began to holler also, and they all released their incumbrance at the same clock time, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a reprieve, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his cock out of the boy's mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his face as he struggled to take a breather. His whole naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, mixed with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the floor, and began to pull their pants up. They each made scuttlebutt and jape about the boy, but Flynn did not mind to them. He could film no more abuse like this.

egg laying on the dirty floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have to escape soon, or else he would meet a fate worse than last, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cell once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to present him his daily meal. Sure, the archer was fast, and he would probably fool away and pour down him if he tried to fix an evasion, but that was still estimable than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even have it away how much time had passed since he's been a prisoner. everyday men would just make out in and comic strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, other clip there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, other sentence they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this dawn by the brigand. Normally, they'd come in at least three fourth dimension a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be untimely. Some days they came in lupus erythematosus. But at the Lapp time, there were twenty-four hour period when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his groundwork, Flynn began to tread the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty bump the immense bandit had struck at his genu had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneel position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the small bones in his leg had been snapped in two, but he bandits continued on and ignored his screaming until they came. Only after that did they check his leg to make indisputable nothing was broken.

As Flynn paced the floor, there was suddenly a loud explosion in the aloofness, followed by sounds of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hope to rise as thinking of leaving this wretched cubicle came to mind.

The sounds of step brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would hold to be smart if he wanted to hightail it. Laying on the flooring, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footsteps approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandits, making sure Flynn was still in the cellphone. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the doorway, and the footsteps rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard nothing but the sound of metal against metal as the bandits fought against the King's soldiers. Giving the room access a light push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to receive it unlocked.

The door swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the for the first time prison term in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing network of burrow snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his best to avoid the fighting by heading the early way when the sound of struggle grew too loud.

Making his way around a recession, Flynn barely suppressed a blow out of the water gasp, as he saw a associate cheek. Ducking behind a declamatory pit, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the radical that had killed Sir Egan stand over a torso of a slain bandit. The boy's eyes widened as he realized that it was the bandit loss leader, killed in conflict with the King's soldiers.

The bowman and the huge bandit stood over their Quaker's body for various seconds without saying a tidings, the large man especially visibly angered at the decease. He placed a hand on the deadened eubstance's chest and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't concern friend, your death will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the orotund brigand might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to turn back and pilfer away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too much weighting on his offend leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the ground noisily.

Immediately, the bandits began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the laughingstock of the big brigand's sword slam into the back of his head word. All he could see was maven as he was turned over to his back, and the big man was yelling.

"You want to realize a run for it, huh boy ?"He screamed at Flynn, who was still disoriented from the strike to his headland.

Flynn felt someone stead a iron boot on his leg, and as he began to scream for the man to stop, the boot began pressing down slowly.

"Ah !"Flynn screamed, and the large bandit laughed.

"We may not be able to defeat the baron's army, but we will still deliver a triumph today."The big man fuss, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's legs slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the bowman remained dumb, standing behind the immense bandit. He did nothing just as he did the last time, and watched as the large man raise his great sword and prepare to strike down at Flynn. Even though his psyche still spun, Flynn knew that there was no dodging from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to bring his brand down, a gasp escaped his sassing as an arrow was fired, and after several mo, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an arrow sticking out of his back.

Flynn looked up to the bowman to see him putting away his bow and arrow, and realized that the archer had saved him.

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the heavy clay."Leave before more than brigand come, find the soldiers. tell apart them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be safe with them."

"B-But, what about you ?"Flynn stammered, still shocked at what had happened."If the soldiers catch you they'll putting to death you !"

"Perhaps."The archer agreed."But the battle is not over. Our group may fall today, but the people still rise up against the Prince. I will cover to fight down for our exemption, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to continue himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark burrow, making his escape cock. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to exit, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its warmheartedness signature on his typeface, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to overlay his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandits to roll away to the nearest castle for tryout, but they stopped when they saw him and various soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

Eventually, one man, who wore the armor of a knight, pushed through the crowd to see what was happening.

"Are you alright, boy ?"The knight asked.

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No need for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged respective soldiers to bring his carriage here."You're hurt, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner of the bandits for weeks."Flynn squeaked softly."I was a squire for a knight called Sir Egan, but they killed him and took me. My name is Flynn."

"So that's what happened to Sir Egan's squire."The horse said."We've been looking for you. But we didn't expect you here of all places."

Beckoning him to keep abreast, the knight brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"Come, delay here Flynn. We will bring you to the nearest rook for you to recover, and for me to spell my report on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to put down the pram, the wagon doors opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with mussy dark hair and special K eyes.

"Arthur will give you a towel to scavenge yourself up with and a modification of clothes."

The nighttime haired boy, Chester A. Arthur, shot him a friendly smile and waved him in.

"seed, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the baby buggy beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's squire, But you can just call me Arty. What's your public figure ?"

"Flynn."He replied, pulling the cloak tighter around him, suddenly conscious of his nakedness as he sat alone with another boy his age.

"well Flynn, I hope you don't brain talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest castle is a whole day away, and I haven't talked with individual else my age for weeks."

Flynn smiled as he took the towel. Maybe he'd found a new booster in this boy .