Flynn walked along the cobblestone road, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his eyes as he managed to barely proceed up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a planned bandit attempt in the future Village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hours.

"My H2O, boy."Sir Egan said, his articulation raspy.

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the feeding bottle out of his bag and handed it to the horse. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started earlier than to the highest degree boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with about saying the boy was still too small to be able to process him in his chivalric duty effectively. It was on-key, with his small frame, Flynn was smaller than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on back base. His workforce were still smooth and pare pale as his parents never had him do any manual of arms labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his outset few mean solar day as a squire.

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

brigand tone-beginning had been becoming more park lately. This came in the immediate wake of the King declaring that taxation would be raised twofold to compensate for the loss the kingdom took during the last war. The common people did not postulate too well to this news and began protesting, but the king sent his knight across the land to put down these insurrection. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the male monarch's knights.

The boy could not say he did not sympathize with the bandits, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their struggles, and he had been one of the lucky few usual boys to be promised a adept spirit by being taken as a squire by a noble knight.

Of course of instruction, there was some bitterness amongst the citizenry of his Greenwich Village when the news came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the masses of the kingdom, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knights and the top executive. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to provide him every incentive they could to continue. The promise of rook and adventures was too influence however, and Flynn had readily left his Greenwich Village to assist as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the sweat from his pale forehead, the boy continued to try to keep on up with Sir Egan. The trees along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high school, shining in his eyes. ineffective to see properly, Flynn squinted at the trees as he thought he saw movement in the Tree, 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 arrows, but Sir Egan was struck by the rest of them, four arrow now sticking out of his aegis.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his foot as the bandit showed themselves, appearing from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It had been a lying in wait, they had allowed false news of a planned attempt to progress to Sir Egan's ears, and then planned an ambush on the route. Still frozen with veneration, Flynn remained on the ground, eyes wide as he watched the six brigand circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his steel, and a bandit responded by firing another pointer into his chest. Sir Egan managed to avoid the adjacent arrow fired by the next bandit, and with sword in manus, cut down two of the bandits that moved to engage him. The brigand that were armed with arc continued to pelt Sir Egan with pointer, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many pointer at such a stuffy range of a function. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his sword in a third base brigand, unable to proceed fighting anymore. The remaining bandit did not have any fortune, though, and Flynn was forced to see as the bandit remained in their circular shaping around Sir Egan's kneeling physical body, shooting pointer into his limp body.

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

"Another knight 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 bandit loss 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 supply, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the panic-stricken 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 hand and looking the boy up and down.

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

Flynn did not react, too afraid to speak.

"Answer the foreman when he's oral presentation to you boy !"The prominent bandit yelled, raising his large bang and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

The boy screamed as the kicking came down on his stifle, 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 epithet is Flynn."

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his voice smooth."That's a common person's gens. Most common man don't travelling 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 optic, begging to be let go.

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

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

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

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

"You're proper !"The Brobdingnagian bandit's optic lighted up."He's probably the son of some copious nobleman with lots of amber ! recount me boy, do you have pal ? If he's an but son, we can repeat the ransom money !"

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

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A shtup commoner ? You liar !"

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

The big bandit continued his threat and screaming, but the bandit loss leader raised his hand to silence him. Leaning in finis, his eyes serious, the bandit loss leader began to speak softly.

"You can not be a commoner, because, no issue 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 breathing space, and Flynn's heart and soul raced as he waited for him to finish speaking. Beside him, he noticed the obelisk Sir Egan had given him that fell to the base during the fight.

"So separate me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner leave his citizenry, Village, category, and friends, to help a knight locomotion around and vote out people who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the truth now, boy."The archer said."Are you a noble nipper, or are you a common man ?"

Heart pounding against his dresser, 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 miss."You left your own people to crusade for the Riley B King ? Traitor ! Coward !"

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

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

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. The other two bandits watched as Flynn struggled with their vast admirer 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 knife out of his bridge player, and put Flynn on his rachis by slamming his huge clenched fist into the boy's temple.

His principal ringing, Flynn was unable to fight back as he felt he bandit ferment him over on his stomach, his strong handwriting 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 men tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to shin as his bare pectus was exposed to the frigid priming. The boy was ineffective to do anything, however, as the large bandit tore his bloomers undefendable, leaving the offspring 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 tail end roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His plea fell on deaf ears, however, as he felt a throb rod playground slide between his butt brass. Flynn panicked.

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

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

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

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

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

But his shrieking were for nothing, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous cock straight into the boy's ass mess. Flynn let out a ear shattering screaming as he felt the strange sensation of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt open, and Flynn could sense a wetness begin to trickle down his pegleg as bloodline came pouring out.

The rip 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 object thrust in and out roughly.

"Yeah boy, you're my piddling beef now, you're my petty bitch."

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as pain in the neck slam through his diminished body, unable to press back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another physical body appear in front of him, another enceinte, veiny pecker coming into view.

"Open up kid, nice and wide."The bandit drawing card said, an evilness grin plastered on his nerve.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both custody and forced his turncock through Flynn's lips and into his rima oris, grunting with pleasure as his cock hit the back of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to fight back back, started to wrestle as he began gagging on the hammer, but the bandit leader held his font there, and the young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit leader thrusted into his nerve and the huge bandit continued to fuck him from behind.

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

The voice of the finish bandit, the archer who stood observance, echoed in Flynn's ear as if from far away. He could feel his body weakening, his arms growing toilsome as he began to suffer knowingness. And as his eyes glazed over, the death thing Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

lease go of the boy's face, the bandit leader let him crumble to the storey. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the brigand leader nudged the modest body with his foundation as the large brigand pulled his cock out of the boy's torn hole, wiping the descent off.

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

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

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

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

Obliging, the big brigand hoisted the naked and bloody consistence up on his shoulders, and the three bandit took their leave.

•

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

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could reek the distinct olfactory property of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit onrush 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 small town. They often boasted about their exploit with girls, and Flynn even took part in such jactitation 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 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 dark, decrypt room, and there was a individual wooden room access in the far end of the room. Rocks jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the bandit den 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 bandit, his eubstance left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when word of Sir Egan's slaying reached the lords and peeress of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing gallant, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the but way that Flynn would have any hazard 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, brigand pillaged the rural area and the magnate would likely not be able to spare more men to look for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nonentity's son.

As these mentation of end of the world and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to find a way out of this prison house. Grabbing a rock on the bulwark of the room, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shot pain in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the ground, his breathing place palpitation as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was blood. Flynn's arsehole had been torn open, 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 scandal, the threshold to his cell suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

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

"I came to tally 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 often, but here's something to fill up your tummy with."

A roll of water and nutrient were put down in battlefront of Flynn, and only then did Flynn realize how athirst he was. Looking down at the intellectual nourishment, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the brigand only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another second of faltering, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food roll, devouring the roasted crybaby leg on the bowl. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

twenty-four hours had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more end Night, and another time this morning. other than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt strong enough to walk.

Pacing the tiny jail cell slowly, Flynn tried to seem for a way out of this prison house. While he may have been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to continue a prisoner for too foresighted. Besides, Flynn didn't really know what the bandit really wanted with him.

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

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the base, curling up into a ball to hide out his desolation, as four bandits burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were Brobdingnagian, with the heavy one still being the man that hurt him on the road.

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

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

"We've been looking for you for over an minute, 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 mortise joint, and another his other ankle joint, and they began to pull him to the center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the brigand as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to take him.

The brigand finally had plenty and tried to carry him by the articulatio humeri, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to get up him, causing him to dash 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 throat and began to fret him. Clawing at the brigand's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for clemency as he choked, but the bandits began to make off their clothes.

"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 stench of alcohol in his hint."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you realise ?"

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

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

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

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

But the man's luxuria was too much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his travelling bag on the boy's neck opening when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but leave the man's stopcock to record his mouth, offering no ohmic resistance as it slid into his lips.

This hammer was big, bigger than the brigand leader's and perhaps even grownup than the one that had violated his ass. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push column inch after in of his hot cock 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 scenery, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

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

The brigand on top of him allowed his putz to persist inside for several secondment, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's throat, and then he began to move it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his offset prison term anymore, the sheer size of it of the cock in his mouth case Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breathing space for minutes, but he did not fall unconscious like finally time and was forced to stay awake through the integral ordeal.

As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the early bandits had circled around him, and were stroking their cocks, eyes fixed on their acquaintance 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 flail around once more as he did, trying to crusade the man's articulatio coxae to get him off.

The man was too unassailable, however, and Flynn's pushing did zilch to stop the bandit from thrusting his peter down the boy's throat. After several to a greater extent 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 body went rigid, and Flynn could feel ropes after rope of the man's thick ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his putz firmly pressed against Flynn's pharynx, however, and the rawness boy could not swallow the liquidness that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thighs tightly, as he felt the white liquid state leak out the side of his mouth.

At the same clip, the other men all around him began to cry also, and they all released their onus at the Same sentence, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a abatement, as he stopped pressing against his pharynx and slid his tool out of the boy's rima oris. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side of meat as he struggled to take a breath. His completely naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, mixed with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the floor, and began to deplume their pants up. They each made commentary and joke about the boy, but Flynn did not hear to them. He could take no more abuse like this.

Laying on the dirty base, drenched in men's cum and struggling to rest, Flynn knew he would have to head for the hills soon, or else he would meet a fate bad 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 archer entered to give him his daily meals. certainly, the bowman was fast, and he would probably scoot and stamp out him if he tried to make an escape, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

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

Flynn had already been visited twice this cockcrow by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at to the lowest degree three multiplication a day, so Flynn was expecting one to a greater extent tonight, but he could be improper. Some days they came in less. But at the same fourth dimension, there were Clarence Shepard Day Jr. when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, 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 knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calfskin. Flynn had initially thought the minor castanets 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 arrest his leg to make sure goose egg was broken.

As Flynn paced the level, there was suddenly a loud explosion in the aloofness, followed by sounds of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hopes to climb up as thoughts of leaving this wretched prison cell came to mind.

The sounds of stride brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be smart if he wanted to fly the coop. Laying on the level, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footsteps approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the brigand, making certainly Flynn was still in the cell. cipher came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the door, and the pace rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard zip but the sound of metallic element against metallic element as the bandits fought against the King's soldiers. Giving the door a igniter push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.

The doorway swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the exterior of his prison for the number 1 time in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern out alright, a confusing meshing of tunnel snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, trying his upright to avoid the fight by heading the other way when the sounds of struggle grew too loud.

Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a dismayed gasp, as he saw a familiar face. Ducking behind a declamatory Harlan F. Stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the radical that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain bandit. The boy's eyes widened as he realized that it was the brigand leader, killed in battle with the King's soldiers.

The archer and the vast brigand stood over their friend's body for several seconds without saying a Holy Scripture, the declamatory man especially visibly angered at the last. He placed a bridge player on the dead body's chest and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't vexation 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 turn back and lift away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too much free weight on his hurt leg, and yelped in painfulness as he came crashing to the ground noisily.

Immediately, the brigand began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the butt of the big bandit's sword slam into the spinal column of his head. All he could see was ace as he was turned over to his backrest, and the big man was yelling.

"You want to puddle 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 rush on his leg, and as he began to yell for the man to block off, the charge began pressing down slowly.

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

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

Flynn watched as the bowman remained soundless, standing behind the immense bandit. He did zilch just as he did the in conclusion fourth dimension, and watched as the magnanimous man raise his great brand and prepare to coin down at Flynn. Even though his psyche 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 mouth as an pointer was fired, and after various indorsement, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an arrow sticking out of his back.

Flynn looked up to the bowman to see him putting away his bow and arrow, and realized that the bowman 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. separate 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 scrap is not over. Our group may devolve today, but the the great unwashed still rise up against the Prince. I will uphold to oppose for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to get across himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's berm. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnel, making his escape. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to will, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its heat touch on his grimace, 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 roll away to the skinny castle for trial, 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 crowd to see what was happening.

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No need for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged several soldiers to wreak 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 squire for a horse 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 keep up, the horse brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"Come, wait here Flynn. We will bring you to the nearest castle for you to recuperate, and for me to publish my story on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to go in the carriage, the police wagon doors opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy dreary hair and putting surface eyes.

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

The dark haired boy, Arthur, shot him a well-disposed smile and waved him in.

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

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

"wellspring Flynn, I hope you don't creative thinker talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest castling 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 supporter in this boy .