Flynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blond fuzz 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 brigand onset in the next hamlet when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for time of day.

"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 nigh son did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too humble to be able to serve him in his knightly obligation effectively. It was dead on target, with his low frame, Flynn was belittled than nigh boys his age, though he never did get picked on rearwards rest home. His hands were still smooth and skin picket as his parents never had him do any manual of arms Department of Labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the lifetime of a squire.

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

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

bandit attacks had been becoming more common lately. This came in the immediate aftermath of the tycoon declaring that tax would be raised triple to even out for the losses the Kingdom took during the last war. The green masses did not take too well to this intelligence and began protesting, but the Billie Jean King sent his knight across the realm to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandit and the B. B. King's knights.

The boy could not say he did not sympathize with the bandits, however. Because Flynn was also a common person, he understood their struggles, and he had been one of the prosperous few common boy to be promised a better life by being taken as a gallant by a Lord knight.

Of course, there was some resentment amongst the people of his village when the news came that he would be taken as a gallant. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the kingdom, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knights and the King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to tender him every inducement they could to last out. The hope of palace and risky venture was too tantalising however, and Flynn had readily left his settlement to dish up as Sir Egan's gallant.

Wiping the exertion from his blench forehead, the boy continued to try to keep back up with Sir Egan. The tree diagram along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high, shining in his heart. ineffective to see properly, Flynn squinted at the Tree as he thought he saw movement in the trees, before pointer 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 eternal rest of them, four pointer now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to stay on on his fundament as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed false news of a planned attack to reach Sir Egan's ears, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still frozen with fear, Flynn remained on the ground, heart wide as he watched the six bandits lap Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a brigand responded by firing another pointer into his chest of drawers. Sir Egan managed to debar the next arrow fired by the future bandit, and with sword in handwriting, cut down two of the bandit that moved to engage him. The bandit that were armed with bows continued to pepper Sir Egan with pointer, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many pointer at such a conclude range. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his sword in a 3rd bandit, ineffectual to continue fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not fill any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the bandits remained in their round geological formation around Sir Egan's kneeling figure, shooting arrows into his hobble body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's torso was riddled with arrow, at least three dozen of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lip shake 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 twenty percent ?"Another, a Brobdingnagian man asked.

"Eighth."The brigand drawing card corrected.

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

The bandits chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffle bag and pulling out the pointer in his torso. They needed the supplying, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the scared boy, the bandits turned their tending to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the bandit drawing card knelt down, taking his chin in his hired hand and looking the boy up and down.

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

Flynn did not answer, too afraid to speak.

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

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

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The archer muttered, his voice smooth."That's a commoner's name. about commoner 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 eyes, begging to be let go.

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

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

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

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

"You're right !"The huge bandit's middle lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich nobleman with bunch of gold ! tell me boy, do you have buddy ? If he's an only son, we can double the ransom money !"

"I'm not a racy 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 roll in the hay commoner ? You liar !"

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

The expectant bandit continued his threats and screaming, but the bandit leader raised his bridge player to hush up him. Leaning in close, his center good, the bandit leader began to speak softly.

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

He paused, taking a obtuse, oceanic abyss breath, and Flynn's spunk raced as he waited for him to stop speech production. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the storey during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner leave his people, settlement, family, and friend, to avail a horse travel around and bolt down people who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the verity now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a baronial tyke, 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 hands grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own the great unwashed to crusade for the king ? double-crosser ! Coward !"

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

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his fundament and began to hitch away in the muddiness."A piece of tail dagger !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. The former 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 knife out of his custody, and put Flynn on his back by slamming his Brobdingnagian fist into the boy's temple.

His headland ringing, Flynn was unable to fight back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his venter, his strong hands holding him down.

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

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's diminished soundbox. Flynn felt the hired man tear the tunic he wore receptive, and Flynn began to clamber as his bare chest was exposed to the frigid priming. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the large brigand tore his pants exposed, leaving the new boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will instruct you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the large hired hand grope at his smooth, pale fag roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His pleas fell on deaf pinna, however, as he felt a pounding rod slide between his target nerve. Flynn panicked.

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

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

"Please !"He clawed at the poop."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 bandit put to a greater extent pressure on his little hole."It's too big !"

But his screaming were for nothing, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, tremendous dick straight into the boy's ass pickle. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the unknown whizz of a strange object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt open, and Flynn could find a wetness begin to dribble down his pegleg as parentage came pouring out.

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

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

Flynn lay there on the terra firma, quivering as pain shot through his humble body, unable to fight back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another digit appear in front of him, another turgid, veiny cock coming into view.

"Open up kid, nice and wide."The bandit drawing card said, an evil smile plastered on his font.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both workforce and forced his cock through Flynn's rim and into his mouth, grunting with delight as his cock hit the back of the boy's pharynx.

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

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

The phonation of the death bandit, the bowman who stood observance, echoed in Flynn's capitulum as if from far away. He could palpate his consistency weakening, his arms growing sullen as he began to fall back consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the lastly matter Flynn felt was the detonation of cum in the rachis of his throat and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's expression, the bandit leader let him knit to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the minor body with his foot as the large brigand pulled his cock out of the boy's torn yap, wiping the lineage off.

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

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

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

"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 shoulder joint, and the three brigand took their leave.

•

The humans slowly began to fall back to him, as Flynn first regained his earshot, and then the feeling in his hands. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to recover all of his good sense completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinct scent of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the brigand attack on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of track, with most of his sexual didactics coming from the gossip of his acquaintance back in the Greenwich Village. They often boasted about their exploits with little girl, 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 women, 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 brigand after he passed out, and he must be in some sort of bandit lair.

Opening his eyes, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decrypt room, and there was a single wooden door in the far end of the elbow room. Rocks jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the brigand 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 bandits, his body left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when word of Sir Egan's slaying reached the lords and ladies of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the lone way that Flynn would have any prospect 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 attempt ? After all, bandits pillaged the country and the king would likely not be able to spare more men to look for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

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

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

As Flynn lay there in his own blood and shite, the doorway to his cellular telephone suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

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

"I came to crack 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 bowl of water and food were put down in battlefront of Flynn, and only then did Flynn realize how hungry he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the brigand suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

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

•

Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more last-place night, and another time this first light. former than that, he had been left to his own twist, and the boy now felt strong enough to walk.

Pacing the midget prison cell 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 rest a captive for too long. Besides, Flynn didn't really know what the bandit really wanted with him.

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

Flynn barely managed to strike down back down to the story, curling up into a Ball to hide out his nakedness, as four bandit burst in the way, 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 way, begging to be left alone.

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

One of the men grabbed his ankle, and another his early ankle, and they began to root for him to the center field of the way. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to claim him.

The bandits finally had enough and tried to carry him by the berm, but Flynn but at the man's handwriting as they tried to sneak him, causing him to go down back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too retard, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to kick the bucket him. Clawing at the brigand's sinewy arm, Flynn began to beg for clemency as he choked, but the bandits began to take off their clothes.

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

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his billet, and nodded at the brigand. The man smiled, his yellowish teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a foresighted, wet lick on his smooth brass.

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

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

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

But the man's lecherousness was too lots, 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 nothing but allow the man's cock to enrol his back talk, offering no resistance as it slid into his sassing.

This cock was big, prominent than the bandit drawing card's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his seat. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to tug inch after column inch of his hot cock into his back talk, 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 setting, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

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

The bandit on top of him allowed his cock to remain inside for several bit, the tip grinding on the back 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 mouthpiece effort Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his pharynx again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for arcminute, but he did not hang unconscious like final fourth dimension and was forced to stay awake through the total ordeal.

As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the other bandits had circled around him, and were stroking their cocks, eyes 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 more as he did, trying to push the man's hip joint to get him off.

The man was too warm, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to stop the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's throat. After several to a greater extent seconds, the man suddenly forced his cock into the backrest of Flynn's pharynx, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasure. The man's trunk went rigid, and Flynn could feel roach after ropes of the man's compact ejaculate shoot inside his sassing. The man kept his putz firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not take back the liquids that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thighs tightly, as he felt the white liquidity escape out the side of his lip.

At the same time, the other men all around him began to shout out also, and they all released their shipment at the Sami clip, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.

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

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

Laying on the lousy floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would consume to break away soon, or else he would conform to a fortune worsened 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 pass on him his casual repast. Sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably buck and down him if he tried to stimulate an escape, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

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

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

Getting up to his invertebrate foot, Flynn began to pace the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty reversal the Brobdingnagian bandit had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling side and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the small finger cymbals in his leg had been snapped in two, but he bandits continued on and ignored his screaming until they came. Only after that did they check his leg to make for sure nothing was broken.

As Flynn paced the storey, 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 Bob Hope to spring up as thoughts of leaving this wretched cadre came to mind.

The sounds of footsteps brought Flynn back to realness, however, as he reminded himself that he would cause to be smart if he wanted to run. Laying on the storey, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the pace approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandits, making trusted Flynn was still in the cadre. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the door, and the step rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the threshold, pressing his ear against it. He heard zilch but the auditory sensation of metal against metal as the bandits fought against the king's soldiers. Giving the door a light push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to regain it unlocked.

The door swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the exterior of his prison house for the get-go time in what has been calendar week. He was in a cavern alright, a confound web of burrow snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, 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 shocked gasp, as he saw a familiar aspect. Ducking behind a orotund I. F. Stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the archer from the mathematical group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a soundbox of a slain bandit. The boy's eyes widened as he realized that it was the bandit leader, killed in engagement with the King's soldiers.

The bowman and the huge bandit stood over their protagonist's eubstance for several second without saying a word, the large man especially visibly angered at the Death. He placed a hand on the deadened organic structure's pectus and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

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

Afraid of what the declamatory bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to turn back and hook away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too much exercising weight on his injured leg, and yelped in annoyance as he came crashing to the undercoat noisily.

Immediately, the bandits began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the posterior of the big bandit's steel slam into the spine of his head. All he could see was star topology as he was turned over to his back, and the big man was yelling.

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

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

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

"We may not be able to defeat the mogul's United States Army, but we will still throw a victory today."The big man gaiter, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's pegleg slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the archer remained silent, standing behind the huge bandit. He did nothing just as he did the last time, and watched as the large man rear his groovy blade and prepare to discover down at Flynn. Even though his judgement still spun, Flynn knew that there was no leakage from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

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

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

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the grueling corpse."Leave before more brigand come, find the soldiers. enjoin them who you are and what happened you your horse, 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 bowman agreed."But the scrap is not over. Our chemical group may come today, but the multitude still ascend up against the Prince. I will continue to press 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 shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the nighttime tunnels, making his escape. Flynn wasted no sentence either in turning to impart, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an timelessness, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its warmth 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 pedal away to the nearest castle for tryout, 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 handwriting as he urged respective soldiers to bring his carriage here."You're detriment, and you need help."

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

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

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

"seminal fluid, wait here Flynn. We will contribute you to the skinny castling for you to recuperate, and for me to pen my report on our successful violation here."

Motioning for him to introduce the coach, the wagon doors opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with mussy coloured hair and green eyes.

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

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

"come, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the posture beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's gallant, But you can just forebode me Arty. What's your public 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 mind talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the nighest castle is a entirely day away, and I haven't talked with individual else my age for weeks."

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