Flynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his center as he managed to barely restrain up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a planned bandit plan of attack in the next small town when he had roused Flynn from his sopor, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the route 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 horse. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started in the first place than about son did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with virtually saying the boy was still too small-scale to be able-bodied to serve him in his medieval duties effectively. It was on-key, with his small anatomy, Flynn was minor than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on back dwelling house. His hands were still legato and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual Department of Labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

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

"We have to hurry."Sir Egan said as he handed the water back to Flynn."We should arrive at the next small town shortly. We don't want to be too late."

bandit flack had been becoming more park lately. This came in the immediate backwash of the King declaring that revenue enhancement would be raised threefold to compensate for the losses the Kingdom took during the last war. The common hoi polloi did not train too well to this news and began protesting, but the magnate sent his knight across the realm to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the King's knights.

The boy could not say he did not sympathise with the brigand, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their conflict, and he had been one of the lucky few green boys to be promised a better life by being taken as a squire by a Lord knight.

Of course, there was some rancour amongst the masses of his village when the news came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the realm, by becoming a gallant and essentially siding with the horse and the queen. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer him every bonus they could to ride out. The hope of castling and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his small town to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the swither from his pallid forehead, the boy continued to try to go along up with Sir Egan. The trees along the route had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high, shining in his heart. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree as he thought he saw cause in the trees, before arrow suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a twelve arrow 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 arrows now sticking out of his aegis.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to stay on his feet as the bandit showed themselves, appearing from the tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed false news show of a planned attack to touch Sir Egan's pinna, and then planned an trap on the route. Still frozen with veneration, Flynn remained on the ground, center wide as he watched the six bandits lot Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his steel, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to annul the succeeding arrow fired by the next bandit, and with steel in hand, cut down two of the bandit that moved to engage him. The bandits that were armed with bows continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his midst armor could not withstand that many pointer at such a close range. Sir Egan collapsed to his human knee as he drove his sword in a tertiary bandit, ineffectual to keep on fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not take any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to learn as the bandit remained in their circular organisation around Sir Egan's kneeling design, shooting pointer into his hobble body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrows, at least three dozen of them sticking out of his armor, and the gallant knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his rim shiver as one bandit, the loss 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 vast man asked.

"Eighth."The bandit leader corrected.

"Wow, you sure are making a figure 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 arrows in his body. 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 frightened boy, the bandit turned their aid to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his centre as the bandit drawing card knelt down, taking his mentum in his hands and looking the boy up and down.

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

Flynn did not answer, too afraid to speak.

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

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

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The archer muttered, his vocalism smooth."That's a common man's epithet. Most commoner 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 mercifulness as he closed his eyes, begging to be let go.

"occlusive it."The brigand leader said."Let's hear what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a squire ?"

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

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

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

"You're rectify !"The Brobdingnagian bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some full-bodied nobleman with lots of gold ! Tell me boy, do you have blood brother ? If he's an only son, we can double up the ransom !"

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

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking commoner ? You liar !"

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

The large brigand continued his threats and screeching, but the brigand leader raised his hand to silence him. Leaning in close, his eyes severe, the bandit leader began to talk softly.

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

He paused, taking a wearisome, deep breather, and Flynn's heart raced as he waited for him to finish oral presentation. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the floor during the fight.

"So recount me, Flynn."The brigand loss leader continued."Why would a commoner leave his people, village, family unit, and Friend, to help a horse travelling around and kill mass who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the truth now, boy."The archer said."Are you a imposing fry, or are you a commoner ?"

centre 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 hired man grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own the great unwashed to fight for the king ? double-crosser ! Coward !"

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

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his feet and began to gimp away in the confusedness."A bang sticker !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. The early two bandits watched as Flynn struggled with their huge champion as he came down on the boy. Flynn desperately fought back at the quite a little of a man, slashing and stabbing, but the man quickly knocked the knife out of his hands, and put Flynn on his rachis by slamming his huge fist into the boy's temple.

His head ring, Flynn was ineffectual to fight down back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his venter, his hard bridge player holding him down.

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

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's small-scale body. Flynn felt the hands tear the tunica he wore capable, and Flynn began to fight as his bare breast was exposed to the cold priming coat. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the large bandit tore his bloomers undefendable, leaving the youth boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the gravid hands grope at his smooth, pale butt roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His supplication fell on deaf pinna, however, as he felt a throb rod coast between his rump nerve. Flynn panicked.

"Wait, time lag !"He screamed into the air.

But the brigand didn't care. With a brutish oink, the huge 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 dirt."It hurts !"

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

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

But his sidesplitter were for nothing, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous cock straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the strange ace of a extraneous aim being forced inside him. The man had split his butt open, and Flynn could feel a wetness Begin to trickle down his peg as origin came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to unsettle 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 trivial gripe now, you're my little bitch."

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as pain shot through his small body, unable to struggle back. As if matter weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another pattern appear in front of him, another large, veiny cock coming into view.

"surface up kid, nice and wide."The bandit loss leader said, an evil smile plastered on his human face.

He grabbed Flynn's principal with both hands and forced his tool through Flynn's brim and into his mouth, grunting with pleasure as his cock hit the vertebral column of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to continue mostly still, as he was unable to do much to agitate back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the shaft, 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 brigand continued to fuck him from behind.

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

The phonation of the live on bandit, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could feel his body weakening, his arms growing great as he began to lose knowingness. And as his eyes glazed over, the last thing Flynn felt was the blowup of cum in the backrest of his throat and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's case, the bandit leader let him crumple to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the brigand leader nudged the small consistence with his base as the with child bandit pulled his prick out of the boy's torn maw, wiping the profligate off.

"I think he's dead."The bombastic 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 relieve oneself him dead."The brutal man said dumbly, and the bandit drawing card rolled his eyes.

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

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

•

The world slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the feeling in his hands. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to recover all of his senses completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinct tone of inebriant in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit attack on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of row, with most of his sexual Education Department coming from the gossip of his protagonist back in the Greenwich Village. They often boasted about their exploits with young woman, and Flynn even took division in such boasts though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just adult female, though the melodic theme 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 bandits after he passed out, and he must be in some sorting of bandit den.

Opening his heart, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a darkness, decrypt room, and there was a one wooden door 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 call back of a way out. His knight, Sir Egan, has been slain by the bandits, his dead body left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when word of Sir Egan's murder reached the master and ma'am of the realm, they would start searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would have any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't bother looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the effort ? After all, brigand pillaged the country and the king would likely not be able-bodied to spare more men to look for him. Flynn was just a vulgar boy, he was nobody's son.

As these sentiment of doomsday and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to find a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock on the walls of the room, Flynn began to extract himself up when suddenly he felt a knifelike shooting pain in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the ground, his breathing spell shaking as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was blood. Flynn's cocksucker had been torn exposed, and by trying to stand up, the boy must have caused it to commence bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own bloodline and dirt, the room access 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 rampart, afraid that the brigand would hurt him. But the bandit only laughed as he saw Flynn's chemical reaction, and stepped forward.

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

A trough 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 endorsement of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowling ball, devouring the roasted chicken leg on the bowl. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

daylight had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more last night, and another clip this first light. former than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt substantial enough to walk.

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

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

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the floor, curling up into a Ball to hide his nakedness, as four bandit burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the vainglorious 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 60 minutes, boy."The four bandit had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his middle as they advanced on him."There were so many things that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his ankle, and another his other ankle, and they began to attract him to the pith of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the brigand as they dragged him, making it unmanageable for them to convey him.

The bandit finally had enough and tried to persuade him by the berm, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to bring up him, causing him to crash back down to the ground.

"The squawk 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 asphyxiate him. Clawing at the bandit'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 traveling bag 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 intimation."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 situation, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his xanthous teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet lick on his fluid cheeks.

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

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

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

But the man's luxuria was too practically, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck opening when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but allow the man's stopcock to enter his sassing, offering no resistance as it slid into his sassing.

This dick was big, cock-a-hoop than the bandit loss leader's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his behind. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to fight inch after inch of his hot cock into his mouth, even as he began gagging.

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

Flynn's pridefulness took another blow with those lyric, but the man wasn't wrong. Flynn didn't want to fight back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to intercept 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 putz to remain inside for various second, 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 first-class honours degree time anymore, the sheer size of the peter in his sassing cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breathing time for minutes, but he did not light unconscious like last time and was forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.

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

"Oh asshole, 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 to a greater extent as he did, trying to push the man's pelvis to get him off.

The man was too stiff, however, and Flynn's pushing did naught to barricade the bandit from thrusting his tool down the boy's throat. After respective Sir Thomas More seconds, the man suddenly forced his prick into the back of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasure. The man's body went strict, and Flynn could feel R-2 after ropes of the man's wooden-headed seminal fluid shoot inside his mouthpiece. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not accept the liquids that was bursting into his oral cavity. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thigh tightly, as he felt the gabardine liquid leak out the side of his oral fissure.

At the like clock time, the other men all around him began to hollo also, and they all released their burden at the Saame fourth dimension, 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 respire. His all naked trunk 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 storey, and began to pull their trouser up. They each made scuttlebutt and joke about the boy, but Flynn did not heed to them. He could take no more abuse like this.

egg laying on the dirty floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to respire, Flynn knew he would suffer to break loose soon, or else he would converge a fate worse than death, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cell once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to pay him his day-by-day repast. sure enough, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to earn an escapism, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even have intercourse 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 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 brigand. Normally, they'd come in at least three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be wrong. Some days they came in less. But at the Same time, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to pace the elbow room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty blow the Brobdingnagian bandit had struck at his genu had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneel 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 his leg to piddle for certain nothing was broken.

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

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

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandits, making certainly Flynn was still in the cell. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the room access, and the footfall rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard nothing but the sound of metallic element against metallic element as the bandits fought against the King's soldiers. Giving the door a swooning push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.

The room access swung afford slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison house for the first time in what has been workweek. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing network of tunnels snaked about in presence of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnel, trying his best to avoid the combat by heading the other way when the sounds of fight grew too loud.

Making his way around a recession, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked pant, as he saw a fellow face. Ducking behind a turgid Oliver Stone, Flynn watched as the vast bandit and the bowman from the grouping that had killed Sir Egan stand over a eubstance of a slain brigand. The boy's eyes widened as he realized that it was the brigand leader, killed in struggle with the King's soldiers.

The bowman and the huge bandit stood over their friend's body for several irregular without saying a word, the magnanimous man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the drained organic structure's chest and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't concern friend, your end 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 sneak away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too lots weight on his injure leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the primer noisily.

Immediately, the bandits began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the tail end of the big bandit's sword slam into the rear of his head. All he could see was hotshot as he was turned over to his backrest, and the big man was yelling.

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

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

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

"We may not be capable to vote down the B. B. King's 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 nix just as he did the last sentence, and watched as the large man raise his great sword and gear up to scratch down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no evasion from this. He closed his oculus and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to bring his sword down, a gasp escaped his sassing as an arrow was fired, and after various mo, 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 archer had saved him.

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the with child remains."Leave before more brigand come, find the soldiers. state 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 archer agreed."But the battle is not over. Our group may shine today, but the people still rise up against the Prince. I will continue to fight for our exemption, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to traverse himself with, the archer nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulder joint. And with that, he left, disappearing into the darkness tunnels, making his escape. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to leave, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its lovingness trace on his nerve, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to get over his small-scale body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandits to wheel around away to the approximate palace for trial, but they stopped when they saw him and respective 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 motive for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged various soldiers to wreak his posture here."You're hurt, and you need help."

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

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

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

"Come, time lag here Flynn. We will bring you to the near castle for you to recuperate, and for me to write my report on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to enter the baby carriage, the wagon doors opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy darkness haircloth and green eyes.

"Arthur will establish you a towel to houseclean yourself up with and a change of clothes."

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

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

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

"fountainhead 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 approximate castle is a unit 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 friend in this boy .