Flynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his center as he managed to barely keep up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a planned bandit fire in the adjacent settlement when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hours.

"My water, boy."Sir Egan said, his interpreter 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 earliest than about son did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be able to serve him in his knightly duty effectively. It was true, with his little frame, Flynn was minor than near boys his age, though he never did get picked on stake home. His custody were still smooth and skin picket as his parents never had him do any manual confinement, and many said that he would not be fit for the animation 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 back to Flynn."We should arrive at the next hamlet shortly. We don't want to be too late."

brigand attacks had been becoming more common lately. This came in the immediate aftermath of the King declaring that taxes would be raised threefold to even out for the losses the land took during the last war. The common people did not take too well to this news and began protesting, but the queen sent his horse across the kingdom to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandit and the baron's horse.

The boy could not say he did not sympathize with the bandit, however. Because Flynn was also a common person, he understood their struggles, and he had been one of the prosperous few uncouth male child to be promised a honorable living by being taken as a squire by a Lord knight.

Of course, there was some resentment amongst the the great unwashed of his hamlet when the tidings came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the kingdom, 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 inducement they could to remain. The promise of castles and dangerous undertaking was too tantalizing however, and Flynn had readily left his village to do as Sir Egan's gallant.

Wiping the travail from his wan forehead, the boy continued to try to observe up with Sir Egan. The trees along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high, shining in his middle. unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the trees as he thought he saw crusade in the trees, before arrows suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a dozen arrows came hurtling through the air, but Sir Egan had reacted quickly, throwing the boy to the base. 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 feet as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a yap, they had allowed false word of a planned flak to reach Sir Egan's ears, and then planned an ambush on the route. Still immobilize with care, Flynn remained on the ground, middle blanket as he watched the six brigand circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another pointer into his breast. Sir Egan managed to avoid the next arrow fired by the succeeding bandit, and with sword in deal, cut down two of the bandits that moved to betroth him. The brigand that were armed with bows continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many pointer at such a finish cooking stove. Sir Egan collapsed to his stifle as he drove his sword in a third bandit, ineffectual to uphold fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not involve any luck, though, and Flynn was forced to watch out as the bandits remained in their circular establishment around Sir Egan's kneeling material body, shooting arrows into his hobble body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's organic structure was riddled with pointer, at least three dozen of them sticking out of his armour, and the proud horse slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his mouth tremble as one brigand, the drawing card, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

"Another knight to add to your collection."The bowman behind him said, slinging his bow over his shoulders.

"What is this, your fifth ?"Another, a huge man asked.

"Eighth."The bandit loss leader corrected.

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

The bandits chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the arrow in his body. They needed the provision, 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 bandits turned their attending to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his centre as the brigand leader knelt down, taking his Chin in his hands and looking the boy up and down.

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

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

"Answer the honcho when he's speaking to you boy !"The heavy bandit yelled, raising his large flush 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 grovel away from the men, only to be kicked in the stomach for his efforts.

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The archer muttered, his voice smooth."That's a commoner's public figure. Most commoner don't travel around with knights."

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

"stay it."The brigand leader 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 bowman snickered."You were a squire, not anymore."

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

"You're veracious !"The vast bandit's heart lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich nobleman with lots of atomic number 79 ! secern me boy, do you deliver pal ? If he's an only son, we can reduplicate the ransom money !"

"I'm not a fertile 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 common person ? You liar !"

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

The enceinte brigand continued his threats and screaming, but the bandit leader raised his hand to shut up him. Leaning in close, his eyes dangerous, the brigand loss leader began to speak softly.

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

He paused, taking a slow, deep breathing spell, and Flynn's centre raced as he waited for him to polish off oral presentation. Beside him, he noticed the obelisk Sir Egan had given him that fell to the floor during the fight.

"So tell apart me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner go out his multitude, small town, family, and acquaintance, to help a knight travel around and drink down citizenry who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the truth now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a noble shaver, or are you a commoner ?"

substance 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 manpower grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to get off."You left your own citizenry to fight for the king ? treasonist ! Coward !"

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

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

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

His headland tintinnabulation, Flynn was unable to fight down back as he felt he bandit flex him over on his stomach, his stiff hand holding him down.

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

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's small body. Flynn felt the paw tear the tunic he wore give, and Flynn began to clamber as his bare chest was exposed to the cold ground. The boy was ineffectual to do anything, however, as the large bandit tore his pants open, leaving the young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and fight down back as he felt the magnanimous paw grope at his smooth, pale behind roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His pleas fell on deaf spike, however, as he felt a throbbing rod slide between his goat cheeks. Flynn panicked.

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

But the brigand didn't care. With a beastly grunt, 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 filth."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 more than pressing on his piddling hole."It's too big !"

But his screams were for nothing, as the beefy man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, tremendous cock straight into the boy's ass mess. Flynn let out a ear smashing scream as he felt the strange genius of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his stooge open, and Flynn could feel a wetness begin to trickle down his leg as blood came pouring out.

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

"Yeah boy, you're my footling gripe now, you're my short bitch."

Flynn lay there on the priming coat, quivering as pain shot through his modest body, unable to defend back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another design appear in front of him, another large, veiny cock coming into view.

"Open up kid, nice and wide."The bandit leader said, an wickedness grinning plastered on his nerve.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both hands and forced his turncock through Flynn's lips and into his mouthpiece, grunting with joy as his cock hit the back of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to persist mostly still, as he was unable to do much to campaign back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the cock, 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 live on brigand, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's ear as if from far away. He could experience his body weakening, his weapon system growing heavy as he began to turn a loss consciousness. And as his heart glazed over, the last matter Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the rachis of his throat and in his ass.

letting go of the boy's face, the brigand drawing card let him knit to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the brigand leader nudged the small body with his foot as the large bandit pulled his pecker out of the boy's buck jam, wiping the blood off.

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

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

"Then we should constitute him dead."The brutish man said dumbly, and the bandit leader rolled his middle.

"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 raw and bloody body up on his shoulders, and the three bandits took their leave.

•

The earth slowly began to occur back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the tone 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 clear-cut smell of intoxicant in the air. Where was he ? retentivity 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 course, with most of his sexual didactics coming from the gossip of his friend back in the Village. They often boasted about their exploit with little girl, and Flynn even took part 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 women, though the idea always seemed extraneous to him. Until now at least.

As these computer memory 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 oculus, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a wickedness, decrypt room, and there was a 1 wooden door in the far end of the room. John Rock jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the brigand lair must be in a cavern somewhere.

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

Surely when discussion of Sir Egan's murder reached the lords and lady of the realm, they would lead off searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would give 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 sweat ? After all, bandits pillaged the country and the king would likely not be able to spare more men to attend for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

As these intellection 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 elbow room, Flynn began to pull up himself up when suddenly he felt a acute shooting pain sensation in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the primer coat, his breath shaking as he touch the wetness running down his peg. It was origin. Flynn's motherfucker had been torn open, and by trying to bear up, the boy must have caused it to lead off bleeding again.

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the ambush, and immediately the boy began to support himself into the wall, afraid that the bandit would bruise him. But the bandit only laughed as he saw Flynn's 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 a lot, but here's something to fill your stomach with."

A sports stadium of H2O and food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn realize how hungry he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another bit of wavering, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowls, devouring the roasted chicken leg on the pipe bowl. The bowman snickered at the view, and then turned to leave.

•

Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more last Nox, and another clock 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 petite cell slowly, Flynn tried to look for a way out of this prison. While he may feature been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to remain a prisoner for too long. Besides, Flynn didn't really get it on what the bandits 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 drop back down to the flooring, curling up into a lump to blot out his nakedness, as four bandits burst in the way, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the bragging 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 minute, boy."The four brigand 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 way. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it hard for them to take him.

The bandits finally had enough and tried to carry him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to lift him, causing him to crash back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too dense, as the man grabbed him by his pharynx and began to go him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandits began to take off their wearing apparel.

"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 smack the reek of alcoholic beverage in his breathing spell."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you understand ?"

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

"It's been too yearn since I've been with my girl."The bandit chuckled with a dirty smile."This will accept to do."

retention Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive cock, swelled than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't help but stare with wide optic. 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 lustfulness was too much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face up him, tightening his clench on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but allow the man's cock to go in his mouth, offering no resistance as it slid into his lips.

This cock was big, bigger than the bandit leader's and perhaps even swelled than the one that had violated his stern. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push 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 aspect, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's pride took another C with those wrangle, but the man wasn't improper. Flynn didn't want to contend 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 respective seconds, the tip grinding on the backrest 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 metre anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his mouthpiece grounds Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for minute, but he did not fall unconscious like final clock time and was forced to remain awake through the intact ordeal.

As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the other bandit 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 flail around once more as he did, trying to press the man's coxa to get him off.

The man was too strong, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to discontinue the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's throat. After respective Sir Thomas More irregular, the man suddenly forced his cock into the dorsum of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasance. The man's body went rigid, and Flynn could feel ropes after ropes of the man's duncish ejaculate shoot inside his oral cavity. The man kept his putz firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not live with the liquids that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thighs tightly, as he felt the white liquidness leak out the English of his sass.

At the same time, the early men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their load at the same prison term, 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 shaft out of the boy's mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to suspire. His whole naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his back talk, mixed with saliva.

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

laying on the dirty trading floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to pass off, Flynn knew he would sustain to scat soon, or else he would meet a destiny unsound than last, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cell once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to give him his casual meals. Sure, the archer was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to constitute an escape, but that was still good than being kept here, right ?

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

Flynn had already been visited twice this morning by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at least three meter a day, so Flynn was expecting one Thomas More tonight, but he could be wrong. Some days they came in less. But at the Saami prison term, there were years when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his base, Flynn began to pace the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty bump the Brobdingnagian brigand had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneel position and stomped on his calfskin. 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 hold back his leg to make sure nil was broken.

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

The sounds of footstep brought Flynn back to realness, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be hurt if he wanted to scat. Laying on the floor, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the stride approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandits, making sure Flynn was still in the cell. cypher came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the door, and the footsteps rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the room access, pressing his ear against it. He heard nothing but the phone of metallic element against metal as the bandits fought against the Rex's soldiers. Giving the room access a light-colored push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to rule it unlocked.

The room access swung exposed slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the first time in what has been calendar week. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing web of tunnels snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, trying his topper to quash the fighting by heading the other way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a recess, Flynn barely suppressed a shock gasp, as he saw a familiar human face. Ducking behind a large stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the group 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 bandit leader, killed in engagement with the tycoon's soldiers.

The bowman and the vast bandit stood over their admirer's trunk for several seconds without saying a word, the prominent man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the dead body's thorax and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't trouble protagonist, your expiry will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the bombastic 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 much weight on his injured leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the ground noisily.

Immediately, the bandits began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the butt of the big bandit's brand slam into the spinal column of his foreland. All he could see was stars as he was turned over to his back, 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 ten-strike to his head.

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

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

"We may not be able to shoot down the King's United States Army, but we will still have a victory today."The big man spat, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's wooden leg slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the bowman remained understood, standing behind the huge bandit. He did nothing just as he did the last prison term, and watched as the with child man raise his large sword and organize to fall down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no leak from this. He closed his heart and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to play his sword down, a pant escaped his lips as an arrow was fired, and after several endorsement, 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 to a greater extent bandits come, find the soldiers. tell them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be prophylactic with them."

"B-But, what about you ?"Flynn stammered, still shocked at what had happened."If the soldiers catch you they'll killing you !"

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the scrap is not over. Our group may fall today, but the hoi polloi 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 get across himself with, the archer nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the wickedness tunnels, making his escape valve. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to leave, limping through the caves.

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

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandits to bicycle away to the approximate palace for trial, but they stopped when they saw him and various soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

Eventually, one man, who wore the armour of a knight, pushed through the gang to see what was happening.

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No pauperization for that now."He said, waving a handwriting as he urged various soldiers to play his carriage here."You're hurt, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a captive of the bandit 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 trace, the knight brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a baby carriage that was stopped nearby.

"ejaculate, postponement here Flynn. We will bring you to the nearest castling for you to recuperate, and for me to write my report on our successful violation here."

Motioning for him to embark the carriage, the wagon doors opened as a boy's pass popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy benighted hair and green eyes.

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

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

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

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

"Well Flynn, I hope you don't head talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest castle is a unanimous 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 champion in this boy .