Flynn walked along the cobble road, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his center as he managed to barely observe up with the horse, Sir Egan, as the armor man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a be after brigand attack in the next village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road 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 knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started earlier than most boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be able-bodied to help him in his chivalric duties effectively. It was true, with his small frame, Flynn was humble than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on backrest plate. His hired hand were still quiet and bark pale as his parents never had him do any manual parturiency, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his number 1 few days as a squire.

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

brigand attacks had been becoming more common lately. This came in the immediate aftermath of the Billie Jean Moffitt King declaring that tax would be raised threefold to compensate for the losings the Kingdom took during the last war. The common people did not require too well to this tidings and began protesting, but the King sent his horse across the realm to put down these revolt. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the King's knight.

The boy could not say he did not sympathize with the brigand, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their struggle, and he had been one of the lucky few uncouth boy to be promised a substantially life by being taken as a squire by a noble knight.

Of course, there was some rancour amongst the citizenry 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 the great unwashed of the region, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knight and the King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer him every bonus they could to stay. The promise of castles and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his Greenwich Village to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the sweat from his blanch forehead, the boy continued to try to sustain up with Sir Egan. The trees along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was heights, shining in his eyes. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the trees as he thought he saw movement in the trees, before arrows suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a XII 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 arrows now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to persist on his pes as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed false news of a planned approach to hit Sir Egan's auricle, and then planned an ambush on the route. Still frozen with fear, Flynn remained on the land, eyes broad as he watched the six bandits circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his steel, and a brigand responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to avoid the next arrow fired by the future bandit, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the bandit that moved to engross him. The bandits that were armed with bows continued to pepper Sir Egan with pointer, however, and even his thick armor could not hold out that many arrows at such a stuffy range. Sir Egan collapsed to his knee joint as he drove his steel in a third bandit, ineffective to continue fighting anymore. The remaining brigand did not withdraw any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the bandits remained in their circular geological formation around Sir Egan's kneeling name, shooting arrows into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's eubstance was riddled with arrows, at to the lowest degree three dozen of them sticking out of his armour, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his mouth 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 bag and pulling out the arrows in his trunk. They needed the supplies, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the fright boy, the brigand turned their attention to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the bandit drawing card knelt down, taking his chin in his deal and looking the boy up and down.

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

Flynn did not reply, too afraid to speak.

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

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

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his voice smooth."That's a common man's name. Most commoners don't travel around with knights."

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

"layover it."The bandit leader said."Let's discover what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a squire ?"

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

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

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

"You're right !"The Brobdingnagian bandit's middle lighted up."He's probably the son of some plentiful Lord with lots of gold ! narrate me boy, do you have buddy ? If he's an solely son, we can duplicate the ransom !"

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

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking commoner ? You liar !"

"No, no please hear !"Flynn raised his script to protect himself as the large brigand seemed as if he were about to assume the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his squire end hebdomad, I was the only when boy from my Greenwich Village taken as a gallant this class, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The orotund bandit continued his threats and screaming, but the bandit drawing card raised his paw to silence him. Leaning in close, his optic life-threatening, the bandit leader began to verbalize 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 slow, deep breath, and Flynn's eye raced as he waited for him to finish speechmaking. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the story during the fight.

"So distinguish me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner pass on his hoi polloi, village, family, and friends, to help a knight travel around and defeat citizenry 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 noble child, or are you a commoner ?"

Heart 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 manus grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to elude."You left your own citizenry to struggle for the Billie Jean Moffitt King ? double-crosser ! Noel Coward !"

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

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his feet and began to gimp away in the muddiness."A bloody dagger !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one tread. The other two bandit 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 back by slamming his huge clenched fist into the boy's temple.

His head ring, Flynn was ineffectual to fight down back as he felt he bandit ferment him over on his breadbasket, his strong manpower holding him down.

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

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's low body. Flynn felt the hands tear the tunica he wore clear, and Flynn began to fight as his bare dresser was exposed to the stale ground. The boy was ineffectual to do anything, however, as the big brigand tore his pants open, leaving the unseasoned boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will learn you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the large work force grope at his smooth, wan butt roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His pleas fell on deaf pinna, however, as he felt a throbbing rod chute between his butt cheeks. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't care. With a brutish grunt, the huge man forced the tip of his dick into the modest boy's ass hollow, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

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

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

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the bandit put Sir Thomas More pressure on his piffling gob."It's too big !"

But his screams were for cipher, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous prick straight into the boy's ass jam. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the strange sensation of a foreign target being forced inside him. The man had split his butt undecided, and Flynn could find a wetness Menachem Begin to trickle down his legs as blood came pouring out.

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

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

Flynn lay there on the primer, quivering as nuisance shot through his small body, ineffectual to fight down back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in strawman of him, another large, veiny dick coming into view.

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

He grabbed Flynn's forefront with both bridge player and forced his cock through Flynn's mouth and into his mouth, grunting with pleasure as his cock hit the vertebral column of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to fight back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the pecker, but the bandit leader held his case there, and the young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit leader thrusted into his brass and the vast bandit continued to make out him from behind.

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

The voice of the finis bandit, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's spike as if from far away. He could feel his physical structure weakening, his blazon growing sullen as he began to fall back consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the finale thing Flynn felt was the detonation of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's face, the bandit drawing card let him crumple to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit loss leader nudged the little body with his ft as the gravid brigand pulled his cock out of the boy's torn hole, wiping the blood off.

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

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

"Then we should bring in him dead."The brutish man said dumbly, and the bandit leader rolled his oculus.

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

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the au naturel and bloody torso up on his shoulder, and the three bandit took their leave.

•

The human beings slowly began to hail back to him, as Flynn first regained his listening, and then the notion in his hands. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his centre closed as he tried to regain all of his senses completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could reek the distinct smell of alcoholic beverage in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a rising tide, and Flynn remembered the bandit attack on the route. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with well-nigh of his sexual teaching coming from the chin-wagging of his friends back in the Greenwich Village. They often boasted about their exploits with girlfriend, and Flynn even took part in such boasting though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just woman, though the idea always seemed foreign to him. Until now at least.

As these memories came back to him, immediately, Flynn knew that he had been taken by the bandit after he passed out, and he must be in some sort of brigand den.

Opening his heart, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decipher way, and there was a unity wooden room access in the far end of the room. Rocks jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the brigand lair must be in a cavern somewhere.

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

Surely when word of Sir Egan's execution reached the Maker and ma'am of the land, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would suffer any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't bother looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly gallant wasn't worth the effort ? After all, bandit pillaged the state and the king would likely not be able to dispense with more men to look for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

As these opinion of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to find oneself a way out of this prison. Grabbing a tilt on the wall of the room, Flynn began to pull up himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shooting pain in between his legs.

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

As Flynn lay there in his own ancestry and crap, the threshold to his cell suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

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

"I came to hold in 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 often, but here's something to replete your abdomen with."

A bowling ball of water system and nutrient were put down in figurehead of Flynn, and only then did Flynn realize how hungry he was. Looking down at the nutrient, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another bit of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food for thought arena, devouring the roasted volaille 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 stopping point Nox, and another metre this morning. former than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt unassailable enough to take the air.

Pacing the tiny cellular telephone slowly, Flynn tried to look for a way out of this prison. While he may have been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to remain a captive for too longsighted. Besides, Flynn didn't really know what the bandits really wanted with him.

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

Flynn barely managed to spend back down to the floor, curling up into a ball to shroud his nakedness, 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 time of day, boy."The four brigand had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his oculus as they advanced on him."There were so many things that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his articulatio talocruralis, and another his other ankle, and they began to pull in him to the midpoint of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandit as they dragged him, making it unmanageable for them to take him.

The brigand finally had enough and tried to express him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to lift him, causing him to barge in back down to the ground.

"The gripe 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 pharynx and began to conk him. Clawing at the brigand's powerful arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandits began to take off their dress.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his grip around Flynn's neck as he brought his face down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell the foetor of intoxicant in his breathing time."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 site, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his yellow teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet lick on his tranquil boldness.

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

keeping Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive cock, bigger than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't assistant but stare with encompassing eyes. The man grinned lustfully and began to lower his throbbing member.

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

But the man's lecherousness was too much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face up him, tightening his traction on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but give up the man's cock to get into his oral cavity, offering no resistance as it slid into his lips.

This cock was big, self-aggrandising than the bandit leader's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his buttocks. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to promote inch after inch of his hot peter into his oral fissure, 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 conniption, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's pridefulness took another reversal with those words, but the man wasn't unseasonable. 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 prisoner, he might as well accept it until he found a way to escape.

The bandit on top of him allowed his stopcock to remain inside for several seconds, the tip grinding on the rear of Flynn's throat, and then he began to move it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his firstly time anymore, the sheer size of the hammer in his lip 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 precipitate unconscious like death time and was forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.

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

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

Flynn's eye widened as the man said this. He had began speeding up, and Flynn began to flail around once more as he did, trying to labour the man's hip to get him off.

The man was too unattackable, however, and Flynn's pushing did zip to stop the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's throat. After respective more seconds, the man suddenly forced his cock into the binding of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasure. The man's body went rigid, and Flynn could feel forget me drug after rope of the man's blockheaded seminal fluid shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not live with the liquids that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thighs tightly, as he felt the egg white liquidness making water out the slope of his mouth.

At the Lapp meter, the other men all around him began to holler 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 hiatus, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his dick out of the boy's rima oris. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his face as he struggled to rest. His whole bare torso was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his sass, 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 comments and prank 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 breathe, Flynn knew he would induce to escape soon, or else he would play a lot forged 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 consecrate him his daily repast. Sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to get an evasion, but that was still serious than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even eff how much metre had passed since he's been a prisoner. Everyday men would just amount in and strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, early sentence there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, early times they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this morning by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at to the lowest degree three metre a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be unseasonable. Some mean solar day they came in less. But at the same fourth dimension, there were twenty-four hour period when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his metrical unit, Flynn began to pace the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The tight blow the huge bandit had struck at his genu had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the brigand forced him into a kneeling office 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 off his leg to take in trusted nil was broken.

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

The sounds of footsteps brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be hurt 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 trusted Flynn was still in the cell. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the room access, and the footsteps rushing away.

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

The doorway swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the first clock time in what has been calendar week. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing network of tunnel snaked about in battlefront of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnel, trying his best to avoid the fighting by heading the other way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a ball over gasp, as he saw a associate look. Ducking behind a large stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the mathematical group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a physical structure of a slain bandit. The boy's eyes widened as he realized that it was the bandit leader, killed in battle with the big businessman's soldiers.

The bowman and the huge bandit stood over their Friend's body for several bit without saying a news, the big man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the dead body's chest and muttered to himself, barely hearable for Flynn to hear.

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

Afraid of what the large bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to call on back and sneak away. However, the boy had made the misunderstanding of putting too much weight on his wound leg, and yelped in painful sensation as he came crashing to the soil noisily.

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

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

Flynn felt someone place a boot on his leg, and as he began to yell for the man to barricade, the boot began pressing down slowly.

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

"We may not be able to defeat the King's regular army, but we will still have 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 mute, standing behind the huge bandit. He did cipher just as he did the final prison term, and watched as the large man nurture his great steel and ready to discover down at Flynn. Even though his idea 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 make for his sword down, a gasp escaped his sassing as an arrow was fired, and after various seconds, 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 pointer, and realized that the bowman had saved him.

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the big corpse."Leave before to a greater extent bandits 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 kill you !"

"Perhaps."The archer agreed."But the conflict is not over. Our group may fall today, but the people still rise up against the Prince. I will stay to fight 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 shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnels, making his escape. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to leave, limping through the caves.

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

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving brigand to wheel away to the near castle for trial run, 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 want for that now."He said, waving a mitt as he urged several soldiers to institute 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 gens 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 surveil, the knight brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"Come, delay here Flynn. We will convey you to the nearest castle for you to go back, and for me to drop a line my report on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to get into the go-cart, the wagon room access opened as a boy's fountainhead popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with mussy dark hair and green eyes.

"Chester Alan Arthur will give you a towel to clean yourself up with and a change of clothes."

The nighttime haired boy, President Arthur, shot him a favorable smile and waved him in.

"Come, 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 off me Arty. What's your name ?"

"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 mind talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the skinny palace is a whole 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 acquaintance in this boy .