Flynn walked along the cobble 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 attack in the next Village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the route for hours.

"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 before than most son did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be able to suffice him in his knightly duties effectively. It was true, with his diminished human body, Flynn was smaller than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on back rest home. His hands were still smooth and pare picket as his parents never had him do any manual labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his first few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 tone-beginning had been becoming more common lately. This came in the prompt consequence of the Rex declaring that taxes would be raised threefold to overcompensate for the losses the kingdom took during the cobbler's last war. The common people did not guide too well to this news program and began protesting, but the Martin Luther King sent his knights across the region to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the male monarch's horse.

The boy could not say he did not empathize with the brigand, however. Because Flynn was also a common man, he understood their struggles, and he had been one of the golden few unwashed son to be promised a better living by being taken as a gallant by a noble knight.

Of course, 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 people of the land, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knights and the business leader. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer him every incentive they could to stay. The promise of rook and adventures was too influence however, and Flynn had readily left his village to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the sweat from his pale os frontale, the boy continued to try to hold up with Sir Egan. The tree along the road 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 movement in the trees, before arrows suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a dozen 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 arrow, but Sir Egan was struck by the residual of them, four arrow now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to continue on his foot as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the Tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed false newsworthiness of a planned attack to pass Sir Egan's ears, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still quick-frozen with fear, Flynn remained on the flat coat, eyes wide as he watched the six bandits roundabout Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his blade, and a bandit responded by firing another pointer into his chest. Sir Egan managed to avoid the next arrow fired by the side by side bandit, and with brand in hired hand, cut down two of the brigand that moved to occupy him. The brigand that were armed with bow continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his thick armour could not hold that many arrow at such a close range. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his brand in a third bandit, unable to continue fighting anymore. The remaining brigand did not take any probability, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the bandits remained in their broadside establishment around Sir Egan's kneeling human body, shooting arrows into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's consistence was riddled with arrows, at least three dozen of them sticking out of his armour, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his brim tremble as one bandit, the drawing card, 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 vast 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 brigand chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the arrows in his body. They needed the supply, Flynn knew, and had to clean hard for every pointer they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the affright boy, the bandits turned their care 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 name boy."The man asked, his optic cold and iniquity.

Flynn did not react, too afraid to speak.

"response the chief when he's speaking to you boy !"The large bandit yelled, raising his large boot and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

The boy screamed as the kick came down on his articulatio genus, whimpering and trying to crawl away from the men, only to be kicked in the abdomen for his efforts.

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his voice smooth."That's a commoner's name. to the highest degree commoners don't locomotion around with knights."

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

"Stop it."The bandit leader said."Let's get a line what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a gallant ?"

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

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

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

"You're correct !"The vast bandit's middle lighted up."He's probably the son of some fertile noble with mountain of gold ! Tell me boy, do you have brothers ? 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 bandit grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking common person ? You liar !"

"No, no please mind !"Flynn raised his hands to protect himself as the large bandit seemed as if he were about to strike the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his squire go calendar week, I was the sole boy from my small town taken as a squire this year, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The vauntingly bandit continued his threats and screaming, but the bandit leader raised his handwriting to silence him. Leaning in end, his heart serious, the brigand leader began to speak softly.

"You can not be a commoner, because, no issue which backwater hamlet you're from, you've had to give heard of what's going on between us brigand and the knights."

He paused, taking a slow, cryptical breath, and Flynn's eye raced as he waited for him to finish speaking. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the trading floor during the fight.

"So severalize me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner leave his people, village, crime syndicate, and friend, to help a horse traveling around and drink down people who are just like him ?"

Flynn's backtalk opened and closed, at a release for words.

"Speak only the the true now, boy."The archer said."Are you a Lord child, or are you a common man ?"

ticker pounding against his breast, 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 hand grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own the great unwashed to defend for the king ? Traitor ! Coward !"

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

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

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. 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 mountain of a man, slashing and stabbing, but the man quickly knocked the tongue out of his hands, and put Flynn on his spine by slamming his Brobdingnagian fist into the boy's temple.

His headspring ringing, Flynn was unable to campaign back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his stomach, his hard men holding him down.

"You want to belt down me too, huh ? You traitor !"

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's humble body. Flynn felt the hands tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare chest of drawers was exposed to the frigid basis. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the great bandit tore his pants open, leaving the young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back back as he felt the large hands grope at his smooth, wan butt roughly, squirming and pleading for clemency. His supplication fell on deaf ears, however, as he felt a pounding rod slide between his butt nerve. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't tutelage. With a brutish oink, the vast man forced the tip of his dick into the small boy's ass fix, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

"Please !"He clawed at the dirt."It hurts !"

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

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

But his howler were for null, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, tremendous peter straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear smashing screeching as he felt the strange sensation of a extraneous object being forced inside him. The man had split his stub open, and Flynn could feel a wetness Begin to trickle down his ramification as stemma came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to faze 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 aim push in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the footing, quivering as pain shot through his lowly organic structure, ineffective to fight back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another form appear in social movement of him, another large, veiny cock coming into view.

"outdoors up kid, gracious and wide."The brigand leader said, an malign smile plastered on his boldness.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both hands and forced his putz through Flynn's mouth and into his mouth, grunting with joy as his putz hit the cover of the boy's pharynx.

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

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

The spokesperson of the shoemaker's last bandit, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's capitulum as if from far away. He could feel his trunk weakening, his weapons system growing heavy as he began to fall back consciousness. And as his center glazed over, the last affair Flynn felt was the blowup of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

rental go of the boy's face, the bandit drawing card let him wrinkle to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the brigand leader nudged the small trunk with his foot as the declamatory bandit pulled his rooster out of the boy's torn hole, wiping the origin off.

"I think he's dead."The large man snorted as he pulled his bloomers up.

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

"Then we should make him dead."The beastly man said dumbly, and the bandit leader rolled his centre.

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

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the au naturel and bloody body up on his shoulders, and the three brigand took their leave.

•

The cosmos slowly began to number back to him, as Flynn first regained his sense of hearing, and then the smell in his deal. He was on the primer coat, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his mother wit completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinct smell of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? retentivity suddenly came back in a alluvion, and Flynn remembered the bandit onset 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 friends back in the village. They often boasted about their exploits with girls, and Flynn even took part in such boast though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just charwoman, though the idea always seemed foreign to him. Until now at least.

As these memory board came back to him, immediately, Flynn knew that he had been taken by the brigand 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 night, decrypt room, and there was a exclusive wooden door in the far end of the room. Rocks 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 think of a way out. His knight, Sir Egan, has been slain by the bandits, his consistency left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when news of Sir Egan's slaying reached the Lord and madam of the realm, they would start out searching for his missing gallant, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would have any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't trouble looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the drive ? After all, brigand pillaged the country and the Martin Luther King Jr. would likely not be able to dispense with more men to search for him. Flynn was just a rough-cut boy, he was nobody's son.

As these thoughts of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to chance a way out of this prison. Grabbing a careen on the walls of the elbow room, Flynn began to rend himself up when suddenly he felt a astute shot pain in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the ground, his breath palpitation as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was descent. Flynn's mother fucker had been torn capable, and by trying to stand up, the boy must have caused it to begin bleeding again.

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the trap, and immediately the boy began to bet on himself into the paries, afraid that the bandit would spite him. But the brigand only laughed as he saw Flynn's response, and stepped forward.

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

A trough of water and food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn make how hungry he was. Looking down at the food for thought, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another second gear of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowls, devouring the roasted Gallus gallus leg on the stadium. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more survive Nox, and another time this cockcrow. former than that, he had been left to his own devices, 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 house. While he may have been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to stay on a prisoner for too hanker. Besides, Flynn didn't really experience what the bandits really wanted with him.

As Flynn slowly limped about, the speech sound of rambunctious laughter could be heard as the footsteps of bid men approached the cell.

Flynn barely managed to set down back down to the floor, curling up into a ballock to hide his nakedness, as four bandits 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 bandit laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a nook of the room, begging to be left alone.

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

One of the men grabbed his articulatio talocruralis, and another his other mortise joint, and they began to pull him to the center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it hard for them to take him.

The bandits finally had enough and tried to impart him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's hired hand as they tried to filch him, causing him to crash back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too decelerate, as the man grabbed him by his pharynx and began to choke him. Clawing at the brigand's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandit began to take off their dress.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his clasp around Flynn's neck as he brought his face down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell the malodor of alcohol 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 understand ?"

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 biff on his smooth cheeks.

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

belongings Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive cock, bigger than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't supporter but stare with wide eyes. The man grinned lustfully and began to bring 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 up him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do cypher but let the man's cock to enter his mouth, offering no resistance as it slid into his lips.

This cock was big, bigger than the bandit loss leader's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his keister. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push inch after inch of his hot turncock into his mouth, 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 conniption, grunting with pleasance."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's superbia took another black eye with those words, but the man wasn't wrong. Flynn didn't want to push back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to block off 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 bandit on top of him allowed his shaft to rest inside for various seconds, the tip grinding on the cover of Flynn's throat, and then he began to move it around, sliding the gumshoe in and out. Even though this was not his first time anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his rima oris crusade Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his pharynx again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for moment, but he did not fall unconscious like endure prison term and was forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.

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

"Oh shit, 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 thresh around once Sir Thomas More as he did, trying to campaign the man's hips to get him off.

The man was too strong, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to stop the bandit from thrusting his turncock down the boy's throat. After respective more sec, the man suddenly forced his prick into the back of Flynn's pharynx, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasance. The man's body went rigid, and Flynn could find ropes after ropes of the man's thick ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his rooster firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not bury the liquids that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thighs tightly, as he felt the white liquid leak out the side of his mouth.

At the Sami time, the other men all around him began to hollo 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 reprieve, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his rooster out of the boy's mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his English as he struggled to breathe. His whole naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his backtalk, meld with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the floor, and began to attract their gasp up. They each made comments and jokes about the boy, but Flynn did not listen to them. He could consider no more abuse like this.

egg laying on the sordid floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would birth to escape soon, or else he would foregather a destiny 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 give him his day by day meal. certain, the bowman was fast, and he would probably sprout and kill him if he tried to make an safety valve, but that was still sound than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even sleep together how much time had passed since he's been a prisoner. unremarkable men would just fare in and landing strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, other multiplication there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, other times they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this morning time by the bandit. Normally, they'd come in at least three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one Thomas More tonight, but he could be amiss. Some solar day they came in lupus erythematosus. But at the Lapplander fourth dimension, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to step the way, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The foul nose candy the vast bandit had struck at his human knee had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the humble 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 ca-ca sure goose egg was broken.

As Flynn paced the base, there was suddenly a loud explosion in the length, followed by audio of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hope to turn out as thoughts of leaving this wretched mobile phone came to mind.

The sounds of footsteps brought Flynn back to realism, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be sassy if he wanted to escape. Laying on the floor, 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 certain Flynn was still in the cellular phone. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the doorway, and the footfall rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the threshold, pressing his ear against it. He heard null but the sound of alloy against metal as the bandits fought against the baron's soldiers. Giving the door a get off push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to feel it unlocked.

The room access swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison house for the showtime prison term in what has been week. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing network of tunnels snaked about in front line of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his trump to forefend the fighting by heading the former way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a niche, Flynn barely suppressed a ball over gasp, as he saw a familiar facial expression. Ducking behind a large stone, Flynn watched as the Brobdingnagian bandit and the bowman from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a torso of a slain bandit. The boy's optic widened as he realized that it was the bandit leader, killed in conflict with the King's soldiers.

The bowman and the Brobdingnagian brigand stood over their friend's organic structure for several second without saying a Holy Scripture, the large man especially visibly angered at the dying. He placed a hand on the stagnant body's chest and muttered to himself, barely hearable for Flynn to hear.

"Don't trouble admirer, your death will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the tumid bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to call on back and mouse away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too much free weight on his injure leg, and yelped in bother as he came crashing to the basis noisily.

Immediately, the brigand began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the rear of the big bandit's sword slam into the back of his caput. All he could see was stars as he was turned over to his binding, and the big man was yelling.

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

Flynn felt individual place a the boot on his leg, and as he began to call for the man to stop, the thrill began pressing down slowly.

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

"We may not be able to kill the King's Army, but we will still hold a victory today."The big man spat, 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 silent, standing behind the huge brigand. He did zero just as he did the last time, and watched as the expectant man parent his great blade and devise to chance upon down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no dodging from this. He closed his middle and awaited his fate.

But just as the brigand was about to bring his sword down, a pant escaped his brim 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 archer to see him putting away his bow and arrow, and realized that the bowman had saved him.

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the intemperate corpse."Leave before more bandit come, find the soldiers. Tell 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 bowman agreed."But the engagement is not over. Our group may fall today, but the hoi polloi still develop up against the Prince. I will continue to fight for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to cover himself with, the archer nodded and clasped Flynn's articulatio humeri. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark burrow, making his dodging. Flynn wasted no sentence either in turning to go out, limping through the caves.

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

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandit to bike away to the nigh rook for tribulation, 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 need for that now."He said, waving a bridge player as he urged several soldiers to bestow his carriage here."You're hurt, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a captive 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 figure 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 comply, the knight brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a stroller that was stopped nearby.

"cum, wait here Flynn. We will bring you to the cheeseparing rook for you to recoup, and for me to write my report on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to enter the pusher, the estate car doors opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy dark hair and green eyes.

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

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

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

"Flynn."He replied, pulling the cloak tighter around him, suddenly conscious of his bleakness 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 wholly day away, and I haven't talked with someone else my age for weeks."

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