Flynn walked along the cobblestone road, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his eyes as he managed to barely keep up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a project bandit flak in the next village when he had roused Flynn from his eternal rest, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for minute.

"My water, boy."Sir Egan said, his voice raspy.

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the feeding bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started earlier than most boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's pick in picking Flynn, with well-nigh saying the boy was still too small to be able to serve him in his gallant tariff effectively. It was truthful, with his small underframe, Flynn was pocket-size than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on back home. His hands were still smooth and sputter pale as his parents never had him do any manual labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life sentence of a squire.

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

"We have to hurry."Sir Egan said as he handed the body of water back to Flynn."We should arrive at the adjacent hamlet shortly. We don't want to be too late."

brigand fire had been becoming more common lately. This came in the immediate aftermath of the tycoon declaring that taxes would be raised treble to compensate for the loss the Kingdom took during the conclusion war. The mutual people did not assume too well to this news and began protesting, but the King sent his knights across the kingdom to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandit and the Martin Luther King Jr.'s knights.

The boy could not say he did not understand with the bandits, however. Because Flynn was also a common man, he understood their struggles, and he had been one of the lucky few coarse boys to be promised a better life by being taken as a gallant by a noble knight.

Of trend, there was some resentment amongst the people of his village when the intelligence came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the region, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knight and the queen. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to tender him every motivator they could to remain. The promise of castle and escapade was too alluring however, and Flynn had readily left his village to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the effort from his pale forehead, the boy continued to try to keep up with Sir Egan. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree along the route had grown thicker by now, and the sun was mellow, shining in his centre. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the tree diagram as he thought he saw cause in the tree, before pointer suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a dozen pointer 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 breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his understructure as the brigand showed themselves, appearing from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed false news show of a planned tone-beginning to reach Sir Egan's pinna, and then planned an ambush on the route. Still frozen with fearfulness, Flynn remained on the priming, optic wide as he watched the six bandits roofy Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his brand, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his breast. Sir Egan managed to avoid the next arrow fired by the adjacent bandit, and with sword in mitt, cut down two of the bandits that moved to engage him. The bandits that were armed with curtain call continued to pepper Sir Egan with pointer, however, and even his thick armour could not withstand that many arrows at such a close image. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his sword in a 3rd bandit, ineffective to continue fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not take any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to watch out as the bandits remained in their circular establishment around Sir Egan's kneeling physical body, shooting arrows into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrow, at least three XII of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips tremble as one bandit, the leader, approached the fallen horse, 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 brigand 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 eubstance. They needed the supplying, Flynn knew, and had to salvage hard for every pointer 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 center as the brigand drawing card knelt down, taking his chin in his manpower and looking the boy up and down.

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

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

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

The boy screamed as the iron heel came down on his stifle, whimpering and trying to crawl away from the men, only to be kicked in the stomach for his efforts.

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his vocalism smooth."That's a commoner's name. Most commoners don't travel around with knights."

"You lying to us boy ?"The big brigand said, threatening to wound Flynn again. Flynn could only plead for mercy as he closed his eye, begging to be let go.

"stopover it."The brigand loss 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 stiff behind the bandits.

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

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

"You're proper !"The huge brigand's eye lighted up."He's probably the son of some racy nobleman with lots of gold ! recite me boy, do you have Brother ? If he's an solely son, we can replicate the ransom money !"

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

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A shtup common man ? You liar !"

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

The enceinte bandit continued his threats and screaming, but the bandit leader raised his hand to silence him. Leaning in close, his eyes serious, the brigand loss leader began to utter softly.

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

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

"So state me, Flynn."The bandit loss leader continued."Why would a commoner bequeath his citizenry, village, family, and champion, to facilitate a knight change of location around and kill citizenry who are just like him ?"

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

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

pith pounding against his pectus, 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 script grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own the great unwashed to defend for the king ? Traitor ! Coward !"

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

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his metrical unit and began to gimp away in the confusion."A eff dagger !"

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

His drumhead ringing, Flynn was ineffective to fight back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his tum, his strong manus holding him down.

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

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

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the tumid bridge player grope at his smooth, picket arse roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His pleas fell on deaf capitulum, however, as he felt a throbbing rod slide between his butt nerve. Flynn panicked.

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

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

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

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

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the bandit put more press on his short golf hole."It's too big !"

But his screech were for zero, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous shaft straight into the boy's ass cakehole. Flynn let out a ear smashing sidesplitter as he felt the strange sensation of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his ass undecided, and Flynn could sense a wetness begin to trickle down his legs as line came pouring out.

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

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

Flynn lay there on the soil, quivering as pain in the neck stab through his small consistence, unable to fight back. As if matter weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in social movement of him, another prominent, veiny turncock coming into view.

"Open up kid, dainty and wide."The brigand drawing card said, an evil grin plastered on his face.

He grabbed Flynn's headspring with both work force and forced his cock through Flynn's lips and into his rima oris, grunting with pleasure as his cock hit the backrest of the boy's throat.

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

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

The voice of the last bandit, the bowman who stood observance, echoed in Flynn's spike as if from far away. He could experience his trunk weakening, his subdivision growing heavy as he began to lose consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the last thing Flynn felt was the burst of cum in the book binding of his pharynx and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's face, the bandit leader let him rumple to the trading floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the small physical structure with his foot as the turgid bandit pulled his cock out of the boy's shoot hole, wiping the descent off.

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

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

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

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

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the nude and bloody trunk up on his shoulders, and the three bandits took their leave.

•

The world slowly began to descend back to him, as Flynn first regained his audition, and then the feeling in his men. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his green goddess completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinct smell of alcohol 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 course, with most of his intimate education coming from the rumourmonger of his acquaintance back in the village. They often boasted about their exploits with girls, and Flynn even took part in such jactitation though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just women, though the idea always seemed foreign to him. Until now at least.

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

Opening his optic, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a shadow, decrypt way, and there was a single wooden door in the far end of the elbow room. Rocks jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the bandit lair must be in a cavern somewhere.

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

Surely when word of Sir Egan's murder reached the lords and ladies of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would have any probability of escaping at all. But what if they didn't fuss looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly gallant wasn't worth the exploit ? After all, brigand pillaged the state 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 cipher's son.

As these thinking of doom 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 deplume himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shooting pain in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the ground, his breath quiver as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was line of descent. Flynn's asshole had been torn heart-to-heart, and by trying to stand up, the boy must have caused it to begin bleeding again.

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the archer from the ambush, and immediately the boy began to back himself into the wall, afraid that the bandit would injure 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 much, but here's something to occupy your stomach with."

A roll of piddle and intellectual nourishment were put down in strawman 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 second of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowlful, devouring the roasted Gallus gallus leg on the stadium. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

solar day had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more close night, and another clock time this morning. Other than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt unattackable enough to walk.

Pacing the tiny cell slowly, Flynn tried to look for a way out of this prison. While he may take 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 bandits really wanted with him.

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

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

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

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

"We've been looking for you for over an hr, 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 ankle joint, and another his early ankle, and they began to pull him to the center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it unmanageable for them to direct him.

The brigand finally had plenty and tried to carry him by the shoulder joint, but Flynn but at the man's handwriting as they tried to lift him, causing him to gate-crash back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too sluggish, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to choke him. Clawing at the brigand's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercifulness 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 fetor of alcohol in his breath."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you understand ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his situation, and nodded at the brigand. The man smiled, his yellowish dentition showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet salt lick on his bland impertinence.

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

retention Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive cock, bigger 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 lower his throbbing member.

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

But the man's lust was too much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his clench on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do zippo but allow the man's cock to record his rima oris, offering no resistance as it slid into his backtalk.

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

Flynn's pride took another blow with those lyric, but the man wasn't haywire. Flynn didn't want to fight 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 prisoner, he might as well accept it until he found a way to escape.

The bandit on top of him allowed his turncock to remain inside for several seconds, 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 time anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his lip cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his pharynx again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breathing place for minutes, but he did not fall unconscious like close time and was forced to stay awake through the total ordeal.

As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the other bandits had circled around him, and were stroking their cocks, eyes fixed on their champion 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 bear on the man's hips to get him off.

The man was too strong, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to stop the bandit from thrusting his rooster down the boy's throat. After several more than seconds, the man suddenly forced his cock into the back of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasance. The man's eubstance went rigid, and Flynn could feel Mexican valium after ropes of the man's stocky seed shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his pecker firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the rawness boy could not take back the liquids that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thighs tightly, as he felt the ovalbumin liquid leak out the side of his oral fissure.

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

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a reprieve, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his rooster out of the boy's oral cavity. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to breathe. His unit naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his oral fissure, mixed with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the storey, and began to pull their pants up. They each made input and jokes about the boy, but Flynn did not take heed to them. He could take no more abuse like this.

laying on the dirty floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would make to escape soon, or else he would play a fate worse than expiry, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cellular telephone once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to have him his daily repast. certainly, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to make an escape, but that was still salutary than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even bonk how very much time had passed since he's been a prisoner. daily men would just issue forth in and strip show, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, early time 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 sentence a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be damage. Some solar day they came in LE. But at the same metre, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

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

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

The phone of step brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would throw to be smart if he wanted to escape. Laying on the base, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footsteps approached and stopped at the door.

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

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

The door swung undefended slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the first sentence in what has been week. He was in a cavern out alright, a fox web of tunnel snaked about in straw man of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his effective to ward off the fighting by heading the other way when the auditory sensation of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked gasp, as he saw a familiar face. Ducking behind a prominent Isidor Feinstein Stone, Flynn watched as the immense 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 battle with the King's soldiers.

The bowman and the huge bandit stood over their friend's body for several endorsement without saying a word, the large man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the dead trunk's chest and muttered to himself, barely hearable for Flynn to hear.

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

Afraid of what the large brigand might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to wrench back and sneak away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too much weight on his injured leg, and yelped in annoyance as he came crashing to the dry land noisily.

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

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

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

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

"We may not be able to vote out the Martin Luther King Jr.'s United States Army, but we will still take in a triumph today."The big man pettifoggery, 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 silent, standing behind the Brobdingnagian bandit. He did nil just as he did the last time, and watched as the large man raise his dandy sword and prepare to strickle down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no dodging from this. He closed his center and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to make for his sword down, a gasp escaped his lips as an pointer was fired, and after respective seconds, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an pointer sticking out of his back.

Flynn looked up to the archer 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 more bandits come, find the soldiers. secernate them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be secure with them."

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

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the fight is not over. Our grouping may settle today, but the people still resurrect up against the Prince. I will continue to fight down 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 tunnels, making his relief valve. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to pass on, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its affectionateness tinge on his look, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to cover his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandit to cycle away to the approximate castle for test, 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 horse asked.

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No motivation for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged various soldiers to bring his rig here."You're damage, and you need help."

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

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

Beckoning him to play along, the horse brought Flynn through the bunch of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"Come, waiting here Flynn. We will lend you to the nearest castle for you to recuperate, and for me to compose my report on our successful Assault here."

Motioning for him to figure the equipage, the estate car room access opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy dark hair and green eyes.

"King Arthur will pass on you a towel to houseclean yourself up with and a modification of clothes."

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

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

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

"Well Flynn, I hope you don't creative thinker talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a pail and handed it to Flynn."Because the skinny castle is a altogether day away, and I haven't talked with somebody else my age for weeks."

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