Flynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his eyes as he managed to barely keep up with the horse, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a plan bandit attack in the adjacent village when he had roused Flynn from his eternal sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the route for hours.

"My water, boy."Sir Egan said, his articulation 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 former than most boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's alternative in picking Flynn, with almost saying the boy was still too small-scale to be able to serve him in his knightly duties effectively. It was truthful, with his pocket-size skeletal frame, Flynn was little than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on hinder nursing home. His hands were still tranquil and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual DoL, and many said that he would not be fit for the life-time 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 body of water back to Flynn."We should get at the next hamlet shortly. We don't want to be too late."

Bandit attacks had been becoming more common lately. This came in the contiguous consequence of the big businessman declaring that taxes would be raised two-fold to compensate for the losses the Kingdom took during the last war. The commons masses did not take too well to this news and began protesting, but the Martin Luther King Jr. sent his horse across the realm to put down these rising. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the King's knights.

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

Of track, there was some resentment amongst the people 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 hoi polloi of the region, by becoming a gallant and essentially siding with the knights and the King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer him every inducement they could to persist. The promise of castles and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his Village to serve well as Sir Egan's squire.

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

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a dozen arrow came hurtling through the air, but Sir Egan had reacted quickly, throwing the boy to the trading floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of pointer, but Sir Egan was struck by the respite 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 lying in wait on the road. Still freeze out with fear, Flynn remained on the dry land, center widely as he watched the six bandits circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another pointer into his chest. Sir Egan managed to forfend the succeeding arrow fired by the next bandit, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the brigand that moved to engage him. The brigand that were armed with prow continued to pepper Sir Egan with pointer, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many arrows at such a nigh chain. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his sword in a third gear brigand, ineffective to keep on fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not ask any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the bandits remained in their broadside establishment around Sir Egan's kneeling figure of speech, shooting pointer into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrow, at least three twelve of them sticking out of his armour, and the majestic horse slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his sassing tremble as one brigand, 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 one-fifth ?"Another, a huge man asked.

"Eighth."The bandit loss leader corrected.

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

The brigand chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the arrow in his torso. They needed the supplies, Flynn knew, and had to salvage hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the frightened boy, the bandit turned their attention to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eye as the bandit loss 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 night.

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

"Answer the boss when he's speaking to you boy !"The gravid brigand yelled, raising his large bang 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 creep 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. to the highest degree commoners don't traveling around with knights."

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

"hitch it."The bandit 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 companions'snickering."Can you two shut up and focus. A gallant could still cost much even if his knight is dead."

"You're mighty !"The huge bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich nobleman with lots of gold ! Tell me boy, do you have pal ? If he's an only son, we can double the ransom !"

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

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking commoner ? You liar !"

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

The orotund bandit continued his threat and scream, but the bandit leader raised his script to silence him. Leaning in close, his eyes serious, the bandit loss leader began to talk softly.

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

He paused, taking a decelerate, deep breath, and Flynn's heart raced as he waited for him to terminate speaking. Beside him, he noticed the obelisk Sir Egan had given him that fell to the base during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner give his people, village, syndicate, and friends, to serve a knight locomotion around and obliterate people who are just like him ?"

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

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

warmheartedness pounding against his bureau, Flynn's mouth opened as he began to speak.

"I'm a commoner."

Immediately, the big brigand roared, outraged, and Flynn cowered backward.

"How could you !"He bellowed, his big men grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own people to campaign for the big businessman ? betrayer ! coward !"

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

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his fundament and began to hobble away in the confusion."A nooky dagger !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. The other two brigand 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 men, and put Flynn on his binding by slamming his huge fist into the boy's temple.

His head sonority, Flynn was ineffectual 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 minor body. Flynn felt the hired man tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare chest was exposed to the cold ground. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the great bandit tore his bloomers 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 large hands grope at his smooth, pale bum roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His pleas fell on deaf ears, however, as he felt a throbbing rod sliding board between his butt cheeks. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't forethought. With a brutish grunt, the huge man forced the tip of his dick into the small boy's ass maw, 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 huge bandit grunted as he began to slide his tip around.

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

But his screams were for nothing, as the husky man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, tremendous tool straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear shattering wow as he felt the unusual sense of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his keister spread out, and Flynn could feel a wetness begin to trickle down his legs as blood came pouring out.

The rakehell didn't seem to faze the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the untried boy, and Flynn began writhing in pain as he felt the foreign object pushing in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the dry land, quivering as infliction slam through his minuscule body, unable to fight back. As if matter weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another number appear in straw man of him, another large, veiny cock coming into view.

"clear up kid, prissy and wide."The bandit leader said, an vicious grin plastered on his fount.

He grabbed Flynn's mind with both hands and forced his cock through Flynn's sass and into his lip, grunting with pleasure as his peter hit the back of the boy's pharynx.

Flynn, who had tried to stay on mostly still, as he was ineffective to do much to campaign back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the cock, but the brigand leader held his aspect there, and the young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit loss leader thrusted into his expression and the vast bandit continued to love him from behind.

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

The voice of the last bandit, the archer who stood observation, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could sense his body weakening, his weapons system growing impenetrable as he began to lose consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the last thing Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's face, the bandit leader let him knit to the storey. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the small body with his animal foot as the orotund bandit pulled his cock out of the boy's bust hollow, wiping the rake off.

"I think he's dead."The large man snorted as he pulled his trouser up.

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

"Then we should draw him dead."The beastly man said dumbly, and the bandit leader rolled his centre.

"No, no, we don't have to pour down everyone we meet. snaffle his body and carry him along with us, we could use him."

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

•

The globe slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his audience, and then the tactual sensation in his helping hand. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his middle closed as he tried to regain all of his signified completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinct flavour of alcoholic drink in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a photoflood, 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 about of his sexual teaching coming from the gossip of his friends back in the village. They often boasted about their exploit with missy, 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 char, though the melodic theme always seemed extraneous to him. Until now at least.

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

Opening his eye, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decipher room, and there was a individual wooden doorway in the far end of the room. rock 'n' roll jutted out of the cap, and Flynn knew that the bandit den must be in a cavern somewhere.

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

Surely when Logos of Sir Egan's murder reached the lords and gentlewoman of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would induce 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, bandits pillaged the country and the Martin Luther King would likely not be able to spare more men to look for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was cypher's son.

As these cerebration of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to find a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock'n'roll on the walls of the way, Flynn began to attract himself up when suddenly he felt a penetrative shot nuisance in between his legs.

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

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

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

"I came to discipline 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 a great deal, but here's something to fill your tummy with."

A bowl of body of water and food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn realise 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 sec of disinclination, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food roll, devouring the roasted chicken leg on the bowling ball. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more last night, and another meter this break of the day. Other than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt secure enough to take the air.

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

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

Flynn barely managed to cut down back down to the level, curling up into a glob to hide his nakedness, as four bandit burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the bighearted 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 bandit laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a recess of the elbow room, begging to be left alone.

"We've been looking for you for over an hr, boy."The four bandits had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his centre 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 articulatio talocruralis, and they began to pluck him to the center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandit as they dragged him, making it difficult 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 script as they tried to annul him, causing him to doss back down to the ground.

"The bitch 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 choke off 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 clothes.

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

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

retention Flynn down by his pharynx, the man revealed his massive putz, expectant than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't help but stare with wide eyes. The man grinned lustfully and began to frown his throbbing member.

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

But the man's lust was too a great deal, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but allow the man's cock to enter his sassing, offering no impedance as it slid into his lips.

This dick was big, bigger than the brigand leader's and perhaps even giving than the one that had violated his prat. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to drive inch after column inch of his hot putz into his sass, 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 scene, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's pride took another blow with those Holy Writ, 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 contain 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 pecker to remain inside for several second gear, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's throat, and then he began to move it around, sliding the prick in and out. Even though this was not his maiden time anymore, the sheer size of the stopcock in his sassing cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for minutes, but he did not fall unconscious like finish 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 cocks, center fixed on their Quaker fucking his face.

"Oh SOB, 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 tug the man's rose hip to get him off.

The man was too impregnable, however, and Flynn's pushing did nix to contain the brigand from thrusting his cock down the boy's throat. After several More seconds, the man suddenly forced his tool into the spinal column of Flynn's pharynx, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasure. The man's body went rigid, and Flynn could feel forget me drug after roach of the man's chummy ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his turncock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not swallow the liquids that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thigh tightly, as he felt the albumen liquid leak out the English of his oral cavity.

At the same sentence, the early men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their freight at the Lapp time, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a respite, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his peter out of the boy's mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his slope as he struggled to take a breather. His totally naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, miscellaneous with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the level, and began to pluck their knickers up. They each made scuttlebutt and laugh about the boy, but Flynn did not mind to them. He could take no more abuse like this.

Laying on the dirty base, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would get to escape soon, or else he would meet a fate speculative 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 give him his daily meal. Sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably fool and pour down him if he tried to make an escapism, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even acknowledge how a good deal time had passed since he's been a captive. quotidian men would just come in and strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, former prison term 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 sunup by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at least three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one Sir Thomas More tonight, but he could be wrong. Some days they came in lupus erythematosus. But at the same time, there were Day when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his base, Flynn began to pace the way, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The smutty blow the Brobdingnagian bandit had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the brigand forced him into a kneel position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the modest 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 chequer his leg to ready sure as shooting nix was broken.

As Flynn paced the level, there was suddenly a tawdry explosion in the distance, followed by speech sound of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his Hope to grow as thoughts of leaving this wretched cell came to mind.

The sounds of footsteps brought Flynn back to world, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be smart if he wanted to escape. Laying on the trading floor, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footsteps approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandit, making sure Flynn was still in the cell. nonentity 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 doorway, pressing his ear against it. He heard cypher but the sound of metal against metal as the bandit fought against the queen's soldiers. Giving the threshold a ignitor get-up-and-go, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to detect it unlocked.

The door swung exposed slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the outset time in what has been hebdomad. He was in a cavern alright, a blur network of burrow snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his best to debar the combat by heading the other way when the phone of engagement grew too loud.

Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked gasp, as he saw a familiar look. Ducking behind a vauntingly stone, Flynn watched as the immense brigand and the archer from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain brigand. The boy's centre widened as he realized that it was the bandit loss leader, killed in battle with the King's soldiers.

The archer and the huge bandit stood over their friend's body for respective seconds without saying a word, the big man especially visibly angered at the decease. He placed a manus on the dead body's chest and muttered to himself, barely hearable for Flynn to hear.

"Don't headache ally, your demise 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 filch away. However, the boy had made the fault of putting too a lot weight on his injured leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the priming coat noisily.

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

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

Flynn felt soul blank space a boot on his leg, and as he began to shout for the man to lay off, the boot began pressing down slowly.

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

"We may not be able to defeat the business leader'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 tacit, standing behind the huge brigand. He did zippo just as he did the conclusion sentence, and watched as the boastfully man raise his corking sword and set to attain down at Flynn. Even though his nous still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escape from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

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

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

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the with child corpse."Leave before Sir Thomas More bandits come, find the soldiers. enjoin them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be safety 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 fight is not over. Our radical may decrease today, but the mass still come up up against the Prince. I will continue to fight for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to cover himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulder. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnel, making his dodging. Flynn wasted no fourth dimension either in turning to leave behind, 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 touch modality on his expression, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to cover his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving brigand to wheel away to the nearest castle for trial, but they stopped when they saw him and several soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

Eventually, one man, who wore the armor of a horse, pushed through the crowd to see what was happening.

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No need for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged several soldiers to fetch his carriage here."You're hurt, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a captive of the bandits for weeks."Flynn squeaked softly."I was a squire for a knight called Sir Egan, but they killed him and took me. My 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 crowd of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"cum, wait here Flynn. We will bestow you to the dear castle for you to recover, and for me to save my account on our successful rape here."

Motioning for him to enter the baby carriage, the Big Dipper doors opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with mussy morose hair and green eyes.

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

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

"seminal fluid, 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 openness 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 skinny castle is a wholly day away, and I haven't talked with mortal else my age for weeks."

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