Flynn walked along the cobblestone route, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his eyes 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 planned bandit blast in the following hamlet when he had roused Flynn from his quietus, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the route for 60 minutes.

"My water, boy."Sir Egan said, his voice raspy.

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the horse. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's gallant, having started sooner than most son did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with about saying the boy was still too small to be able-bodied to serve him in his chivalrous responsibility effectively. It was true, with his humble frame, Flynn was pocket-size than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on bet on dwelling. His workforce were still smooth and skin picket as his parents never had him do any manual of arms proletariat, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

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

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

bandit attacks had been becoming more common lately. This came in the immediate consequence of the Martin Luther King Jr. declaring that taxis would be raised threefold to compensate for the losses the realm took during the death war. The common people did not take too well to this news and began protesting, but the King sent his knights across the land to put down these revolt. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the baron's horse.

The boy could not say he did not commiserate with the bandits, however. Because Flynn was also a common person, he understood their struggles, and he had been one of the golden few plebeian boy to be promised a better lifetime by being taken as a squire by a imposing knight.

Of line, there was some resentment amongst the people of his village when the news came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the citizenry of the realm, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the horse and the Rex. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to declare oneself him every incentive they could to stay. The promise of palace and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his village to dish out as Sir Egan's gallant.

Wiping the lather from his pale brow, the boy continued to try to keep up with Sir Egan. The trees along the route had grown thicker by now, and the sun was richly, shining in his oculus. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the trees as he thought he saw movement in the trees, before pointer suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a 12 pointer 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 rest of them, four pointer now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his feet as the bandit showed themselves, appearing from the tree diagram. It had been a trap, they had allowed false tidings of a planned plan of attack to reach Sir Egan's spike, and then planned an trap on the road. Still frozen with reverence, Flynn remained on the dry land, eyes wide as he watched the six bandits rope Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a brigand responded by firing another arrow into his breast. Sir Egan managed to debar the next arrow fired by the next bandit, and with sword in manus, cut down two of the bandit that moved to engage him. The bandit that were armed with bows continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrow, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many arrow at such a near grasp. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his sword in a third bandit, unable to persist in fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not take any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to keep an eye on as the bandit remained in their throwaway constitution around Sir Egan's kneeling figure, shooting arrows into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrow, at to the lowest degree three dozen of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his brim shiver as one bandit, the leader, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

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

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

"Eighth."The bandit 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 pointer in his body. They needed the provision, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

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

"What's your name boy."The man asked, his eyes cold and dark.

Flynn did not answer, too afraid to speak.

"solution the party boss when he's speaking to you boy !"The orotund brigand yelled, raising his large charge and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

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

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his interpreter smooth."That's a commoner's name. almost commoner don't travel around with knights."

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

"stop consonant it."The brigand drawing card said."Let's hear what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a squire ?"

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

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

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

"You're rightfield !"The huge brigand's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich nobleman with rafts of gold ! Tell me boy, do you have brothers ? If he's an solely son, we can double the ransom !"

"I'm not a racy 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 commoner ? You liar !"

"No, no please heed !"Flynn raised his hands to protect himself as the orotund bandit seemed as if he were about to scratch the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his gallant death week, I was the only boy from my hamlet taken as a gallant this year, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The large brigand continued his terror and screaming, but the bandit leader raised his hand to silence him. Leaning in conclusion, his eyes unplayful, the bandit leader began to speak softly.

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

He paused, taking a slow, trench breathing space, and Flynn's mettle raced as he waited for him to finish speech production. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the storey during the fight.

"So differentiate me, Flynn."The brigand leader continued."Why would a commoner leave his multitude, village, family, and champion, to help oneself a knight travel around and kill hoi polloi who are just like him ?"

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

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

affectionateness pounding against his chest, 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 hands grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to run."You left your own people to oppose for the queen ? treasonist ! Noel Coward !"

Flynn grasped blindly at where he saw the tongue before, and finally felt it in his script, and screamed as he stabbed out at the Brobdingnagian brigand blindly. The bandit yelled in surprise, pulling his hand backward and releasing Flynn.

"A obelisk !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his foundation and began to hobble away in the muddiness."A fucking sticker !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one step. The other two bandits watched as Flynn struggled with their huge friend as he came down on the boy. Flynn desperately fought back at the lot of a man, slashing and stabbing, but the man quickly knocked the knife out of his hands, and put Flynn on his spinal column by slamming his Brobdingnagian clenched fist into the boy's temple.

His drumhead ringing, Flynn was unable to fight back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his breadbasket, his strong mitt holding him down.

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

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's small body. Flynn felt the helping hand tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare bureau was exposed to the cold ground. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the heavy bandit tore his gasp afford, leaving the young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the large workforce grope at his smooth, sick butt roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His supplication fell on deaf ears, however, as he felt a throbbing rod microscope slide between his butt cheeks. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't care. With a beastly oink, the immense 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 scandal."It hurts !"

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

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the brigand put to a greater extent pressing on his piddling gob."It's too big !"

But his screeching were for nothing, as the buirdly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, tremendous cock straight into the boy's ass hollow. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the strange sensation of a extraneous aim being forced inside him. The man had split his butt overt, and Flynn could feel a wetness Menachem Begin to trickle down his legs as blood came pouring out.

The rip didn't seem to faze the brigand, as he began to pump in and out of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy, and Flynn began writhing in bother as he felt the foreign object get-up-and-go in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the primer coat, quivering as pain sensation shot through his small torso, ineffectual to fight back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure of speech appear in front end of him, another heavy, veiny cock coming into view.

"open air up kid, courteous and wide."The brigand drawing card said, an evil smile plastered on his face.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both script and forced his putz through Flynn's lips and into his oral cavity, grunting with joy as his cock hit the back of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to stay mostly still, as he was unable to do much to struggle back, started to twist as he began gagging on the cock, but the bandit leader held his font there, and the Edward Young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the brigand leader thrusted into his brass and the huge brigand continued to fuck him from behind.

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

The vocalization of the last bandit, the archer who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's auricle as if from far away. He could feel his eubstance weakening, his sleeve growing leaden as he began to lose consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the final matter Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

letting go of the boy's face, the bandit leader let him crumple to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit drawing card nudged the small body with his infantry as the large brigand pulled his cock out of the boy's torn cakehole, wiping the blood off.

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

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

"Then we should make him dead."The bestial man said dumbly, and the bandit drawing card rolled his eyes.

"No, no, we don't have to kill everyone we meet. Grab his body and carry him along with us, we could use him."

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the bare and bloody torso up on his articulatio humeri, and the three bandits took their leave.

•

The creation slowly began to follow back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the feeling in his hands. He was on the ground, 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 sense the distinct smell of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? retentiveness suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the brigand onset on the road. He remembered the affair those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with most of his intimate education coming from the gossip of his acquaintance back in the village. They often boasted about their feat with girl, and Flynn even took component in such self-praise though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just women, though the idea always seemed foreign to him. Until now at least.

As these retentivity 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 kind of bandit lair.

Opening his eyes, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a iniquity, decrypt room, and there was a single wooden door in the far end of the way. rock 'n' roll jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the bandit lair must be in a cavern somewhere.

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

Surely when password of Sir Egan's execution reached the lords and ladies of the kingdom, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the but way that Flynn would experience any prospect of escaping at all. But what if they didn't bother looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the exertion ? After all, brigand pillaged the country and the queen would likely not be capable to spare more men to look for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

As these thoughts of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to ascertain a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock 'n' roll on the walls of the room, Flynn began to pull up himself up when suddenly he felt a piercing shooting pain in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the undercoat, his breath shaking as he touch the wetness running down his branch. It was blood. Flynn's whoreson had been torn open, and by trying to stand up, the boy must receive caused it to begin bleeding again.

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the ambuscade, and immediately the boy began to plump for himself into the wall, afraid that the bandit would hurt him. But the brigand only laughed as he saw Flynn's response, and stepped forward.

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

A bowl of pee and food for thought were put down in social movement of Flynn, and only then did Flynn see how thirsty he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the brigand suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another second base of wavering, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the intellectual nourishment 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 morning. Other than that, he had been left to his own device, and the boy now felt strong enough to walk.

Pacing the tiny cell slowly, Flynn tried to look for a way out of this prison. While he may cause been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to continue a prisoner for too farseeing. Besides, Flynn didn't really have a go at it what the bandits really wanted with him.

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

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the floor, curling up into a egg to hide his nudity, as four bandit burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, 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 bandits laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a corner of the room, begging to be left alone.

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

One of the men grabbed his ankle, and another his early ankle, and they began to pull him to the center of attention of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to take aim him.

The bandits finally had sufficiency and tried to carry him by the shoulder, but Flynn but at the man's deal as they tried to nobble him, causing him to crash back down to the ground.

"The cunt 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 perish him. Clawing at the brigand's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandits began to learn off their clothes.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his bobby pin around Flynn's neck as he brought his nerve down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell the stench of alcohol in his breathing space."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you sympathise ?"

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 slug on his smooth impertinence.

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

Holding Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his monumental shaft, bounteous than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't assist but stare with full eyes. The man grinned lustfully and began to glower his throbbing member.

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

But the man's lustfulness was too much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his grip on the boy's cervix when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but allow for the man's cock to accede his sassing, offering no resistance as it slid into his brim.

This rooster was big, bigger than the brigand leader's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his behind. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push inch after inch of his hot hammer into his lip, even as he began gagging.

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

Flynn's pride took another gust with those Holy Scripture, but the man wasn't incorrectly. Flynn didn't want to fight 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 captive, 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 respective endorsement, the tip grinding on the binding of Flynn's throat, and then he began to move it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his get-go time anymore, the sheer size of the peter in his sass cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his pharynx again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for instant, but he did not fall unconscious like last clock time and was forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.

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

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

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

The man was too strong, however, and Flynn's pushing did aught to halt the bandit from thrusting his turncock down the boy's throat. After various more seconds, the man suddenly forced his cock into the back of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasure. The man's consistence went rigid, and Flynn could feel circle after ropes of the man's wooden-headed ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's pharynx, however, and the inexperience boy could not swallow the liquids that was bursting into his sass. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thigh tightly, as he felt the white liquid making water out the English of his mouth.

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

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a respite, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his cock out of the boy's oral cavity. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to breathe. His totally 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 level, and began to pull their pants up. They each made comments and jokes about the boy, but Flynn did not listen to them. He could take no more abuse like this.

laying on the dirty level, drenched in men's cum and struggling to suspire, Flynn knew he would have to escape soon, or else he would get together a fate worse than death, 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 give him his daily meal. for certain, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to make water an evasion, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even know how much sentence had passed since he's been a captive. workaday men would just follow in and slip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, early prison term there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, other clip they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this break of the day by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at least three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be wrong. Some days they came in less. But at the same time, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to tempo the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The foul blow the vast brigand had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling positioning and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the small osseous tissue 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 gain sure null was broken.

As Flynn paced the base, there was suddenly a flash explosion in the distance, followed by sound of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his promise to rise as persuasion of leaving this wretched electric cell came to mind.

The strait of footsteps brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be impudent if he wanted to escape. Laying on the floor, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the step approached and stopped at the door.

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

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the threshold, pressing his ear against it. He heard nix but the sound of metal against alloy as the bandits fought against the King's soldiers. Giving the doorway a light push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.

The door swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the first time in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern alright, a confuse 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 sounds of conflict grew too loud.

Making his way around a box, Flynn barely suppressed a traumatize gasp, as he saw a familiar face. Ducking behind a prominent stone, Flynn watched as the Brobdingnagian bandit and the archer from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain bandit. The boy's centre widened as he realized that it was the brigand leader, killed in conflict with the world-beater's soldiers.

The bowman and the immense bandit stood over their friend's physical structure for respective irregular without saying a Book, the large man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the deadened torso's chest and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't worry protagonist, your death will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the large bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to turn back and pussyfoot away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too a lot weight on his spite leg, and yelped in hurting as he came crashing to the basis noisily.

Immediately, the bandits began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the bum of the big bandit's sword barb into the back of his head. All he could see was whizz as he was turned over to his back, and the big man was yelling.

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

Flynn felt soul place a iron boot on his leg, and as he began to yell 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 have a victory today."The big man pettifoggery, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's peg slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the bowman remained silent, standing behind the vast bandit. He did nothing just as he did the last meter, and watched as the tumid man conjure his outstanding sword and devise to impinge on down at Flynn. Even though his head still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escape from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to bring his sword down, a pant escaped his sass as an arrow was fired, and after several seconds, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an pointer 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 corpse."Leave before Sir Thomas More bandit come, find the soldiers. state them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be secure with them."

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

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the fight is not over. Our group may shine today, but the multitude still climb up up against the Prince. I will continue to oppose for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to cover himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulder. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnels, making his escapism. Flynn wasted no meter either in turning to will, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an timelessness, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its warmth tactile sensation on his cheek, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to cover his small body.

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

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

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No penury for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged various soldiers to institute his passenger car here."You're hurt, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner of the bandit for weeks."Flynn squeaked softly."I was a gallant 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 knight said."We've been looking for you. But we didn't expect you here of all places."

Beckoning him to follow, the knight brought Flynn through the gang of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"come, wait here Flynn. We will bring you to the cheeseparing palace for you to convalesce, and for me to write my theme on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to insert the carriage, the wagon doors opened as a boy's capitulum popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy dark hair's-breadth and jet eyes.

"Arthur will kick in you a towel to strip yourself up with and a change of clothes."

The dark haired boy, Arthur, shot him a friendly smile and waved him in.

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

"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 nous talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest castle is a completely day away, and I haven't talked with soul else my age for weeks."

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