Flynn walked along the cobblestone road, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his heart as he managed to barely keep back up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a planned bandit attack in the side by side village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hours.

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

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's gallant, having started originally than most son did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's pick in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be able-bodied to serve him in his knightly obligation effectively. It was true, with his little frame, Flynn was smaller than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on cover home. His hands were still placid and pare pale as his parents never had him do any manual of arms labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life 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 H2O back to Flynn."We should come at the side by side village shortly. We don't want to be too late."

Bandit onrush had been becoming more unwashed lately. This came in the immediate aftermath of the King declaring that taxis would be raised threefold to compensate for the personnel casualty the Kingdom took during the last war. The uncouth people did not take too well to this news and began protesting, but the world-beater sent his knights across the region to put down these rising. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the baron's knight.

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 common boy to be promised a better spirit by being taken as a squire by a baronial knight.

Of course, there was some resentment amongst the citizenry 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 the great unwashed of the realm, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knight and the baron. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer him every incentive they could to persist. The promise of rook and adventures was too alluring however, and Flynn had readily left his village to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the sweat from his blanch brow, the boy continued to try to go on 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree as he thought he saw movement 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 floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of arrows, but Sir Egan was struck by the residuum of them, four pointer now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to continue on his feet as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a maw, they had allowed delusive news of a planned attack to touch Sir Egan's ears, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still flash-frozen with fear, Flynn remained on the soil, eyes wide as he watched the six bandits circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a brigand responded by firing another pointer into his dresser. Sir Egan managed to head off the future arrow fired by the next bandit, and with brand in hand, cut down two of the bandits that moved to engage him. The brigand that were armed with bows continued to pelt Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his midst armor could not withstand that many arrow at such a closely range. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his brand in a third brigand, unable to continue fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not consume any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to take in as the bandits remained in their circular formation around Sir Egan's kneeling figure, shooting arrow into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrows, at least three 12 of them sticking out of his armour, and the proud horse slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his sassing tremble as one bandit, 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 brigand 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 pointer in his body. They needed the supplies, Flynn knew, and had to clean hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the panicky boy, the bandit turned their attention to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the brigand leader knelt down, taking his Kuki in his bridge player and looking the boy up and down.

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

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

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

The boy screamed as the iron heel came down on his knees, 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 voice smooth."That's a commoner's public figure. Most commoners don't travel around with knights."

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

"catch 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 clay 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 focus. A gallant could still cost much even if his knight is dead."

"You're right !"The huge bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some plenteous 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 bandits'conversation."I-I'm just another boy, a commoner."

The brigand grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking common person ? You liar !"

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

The large brigand continued his threats and screeching, but the brigand leader raised his bridge player to shut up him. Leaning in close, his eyes serious, the bandit leader began to speak softly.

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

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

"So tell me, Flynn."The brigand leader continued."Why would a commoner leave his the great unwashed, hamlet, family unit, and admirer, to help a knight travel around and toss off people 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 nestling, or are you a common person ?"

Heart pounding against his chest, Flynn's mouth opened as he began to speak.

"I'm a commoner."

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

"How could you !"He bellowed, his big hands grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own people to fight for the mogul ? traitor ! coward !"

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

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

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. The early two bandits watched as Flynn struggled with their huge friend as he came down on the boy. Flynn desperately fought back at the mess 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 huge fist into the boy's temple.

His read/write head resonance, Flynn was unable to oppose back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his stomach, his strong hired hand holding him down.

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

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's modest physical structure. Flynn felt the workforce tear the tunica he wore open, and Flynn began to contend as his bare bureau was exposed to the cold ground. The boy was ineffective to do anything, however, as the large bandit tore his pants open, leaving the Thomas Young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the large hands grope at his smooth, sick behind roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His pleas fell on deaf ear, however, as he felt a throbbing rod sliding board between his butt cheek. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't care. With a brutal grunt, the huge man forced the tip of his dick into the lowly boy's ass hole, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

"Please !"He clawed at the dirt."It hurts !"

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

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the bandit put more than pressure on his niggling hollow."It's too big !"

But his screams were for goose egg, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous cock straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear shattering sidesplitter as he felt the unusual whiz of a foreign objective being forced inside him. The man had split his butt undefended, and Flynn could feel a wetness Begin to trickle down his pegleg as blood came pouring out.

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

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

Flynn lay there on the reason, quivering as pain shot through his minor body, unable to fight back. As if affair weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another chassis appear in straw man of him, another large, veiny cock coming into view.

"open air up kid, nice and wide."The bandit leader said, an evil smiling plastered on his look.

He grabbed Flynn's capitulum with both hands and forced his cock through Flynn's backtalk and into his rima oris, grunting with pleasure as his shaft hit the rear of the boy's pharynx.

Flynn, who had tried to stay mostly still, as he was ineffectual to do much to fight back, started to writhe as he began gagging on the shaft, but the bandit loss leader held his face there, and the young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit leader thrusted into his face and the huge brigand continued to have intercourse him from behind.

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

The voice of the last brigand, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could finger his body weakening, his arms growing overweight as he began to lose awareness. And as his optic glazed over, the shoemaker's 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 boldness, the bandit leader let him knit to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the humble body with his foot as the large brigand pulled his cock out of the boy's lacerated hole, wiping the blood off.

"I think he's dead."The boastfully man snorted as he pulled his pant up.

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

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

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

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the naked and bloody soundbox up on his shoulder joint, and the three brigand took their leave.

•

The humanity slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the spirit in his hands. He was on the primer coat, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his skunk completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the clear-cut smell of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? retentiveness suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit plan of attack on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course of instruction, with near of his sexual education coming from the gossip of his friends back in the village. They often boasted about their effort with missy, and Flynn even took region 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 sort of bandit den.

Opening his eyes, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decipher room, and there was a ace wooden door in the far end of the room. rock and roll jutted out of the roof, and Flynn knew that the bandit lair must be in a cavern somewhere.

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

Surely when Good Book of Sir Egan's execution reached the Divine 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 birth 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 attempt ? After all, brigand pillaged the state and the king would likely not be capable to spare more men to depend for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

As these intellection of day of reckoning 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 commit himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shot infliction in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the soil, his breath quiver as he touch the wetness running down his wooden leg. It was blood. Flynn's asshole had been torn out-of-doors, and by trying to remain firm up, the boy must have caused it to start out bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own origin and malicious gossip, 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 paries, afraid that the bandit would wound him. But the bandit only laughed as he saw Flynn's response, and stepped forward.

"I came to tick 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 good deal, but here's something to fulfil your stomach with."

A trough of piddle and food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn earn how hungry he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the brigand suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another second of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowls, devouring the roasted chicken leg on the bowling ball. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

24-hour interval had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more last night, and another sentence this morning time. early than that, he had been left to his own device, 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 have been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to remain a captive for too farseeing. Besides, Flynn didn't really bed what the bandits 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 put down back down to the floor, curling up into a chunk to hide his nakedness, as four brigand burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the cock-a-hoop 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 corner of the room, begging to be left alone.

"We've been looking for you for over an time of day, boy."The four bandits 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, and another his other ankle, and they began to tear him to the center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to deal him.

The bandit finally had enough and tried to carry him by the articulatio humeri, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to get up 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 irksome, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to kick the bucket him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandits began to shoot off their 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 smell out the stench of alcohol in his breathing time."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you sympathize ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his spot, and nodded at the brigand. The man smiled, his sensationalistic teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a hanker, wet lick on his smooth cheeks.

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

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

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

But the man's lecherousness was too very much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to look him, tightening his adhesive friction on the boy's cervix when he resisted. Flynn could do nada but allow the man's cock to enter his mouth, offering no electrical resistance as it slid into his brim.

This peter was big, boastful than the bandit leader's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his behind. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push in after inch of his hot peter into his oral cavity, even as he began gagging.

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

Flynn's pride took another reverse with those Holy Writ, but the man wasn't wrong. Flynn didn't want to oppose back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to finish 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 brigand on top of him allowed his cock to remain inside for respective seconds, the tip grinding on the rear of Flynn's throat, and then he began to prompt it around, sliding the cock in and out. Even though this was not his first time anymore, the sheer size of the peter in his sassing crusade 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 pass unconscious like finis time and was forced to stay awake through the integral ordeal.

As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the former brigand had circled around him, and were stroking their dick, heart fixed on their protagonist fucking his face.

"Oh diddlyshit, I'm gon na cum, I'm fucking cumming !"

Flynn's optic widened as the man said this. He had began speeding up, and Flynn began to lam around once more as he did, trying to labour the man's coxa to get him off.

The man was too secure, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to stop the bandit from thrusting his tool down the boy's throat. After several more seconds, the man suddenly forced his cock into the back of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasure. The man's body went rigid, and Flynn could feel rophy after ropes of the man's boneheaded ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his tool firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not swallow the liquidity that was bursting into his sass. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's second joint tightly, as he felt the white liquid passing water out the side of meat of his lip.

At the Sami time, the former men all around him began to scream also, and they all released their load at the Sami meter, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.

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

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the trading floor, and began to draw in their trouser up. They each made comments and antic about the boy, but Flynn did not heed to them. He could hire no more abuse like this.

Laying on the soil storey, drenched in men's cum and struggling to take a breather, Flynn knew he would have to escape soon, or else he would get together a lot worse than demise, 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 apply him his daily meal. for sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to realize an escape, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even know how a great deal fourth dimension had passed since he's been a prisoner. mundane men would just get in and strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, other times there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, former times they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this morning by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at to the lowest degree three time a day, so Flynn was expecting one to a greater extent tonight, but he could be wrongly. Some days they came in less. But at the Sami time, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his metrical unit, Flynn began to pace the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The foul blow the Brobdingnagian bandit had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling placement and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the small off-white 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 gibe his leg to make sure nothing was broken.

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

The sounds of pace brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be chic if he wanted to run. Laying on the floor, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the pace approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandit, making sure Flynn was still in the cellular phone. Nobody 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 door, pressing his ear against it. He heard null but the auditory sensation of metallic element against metal as the bandits fought against the King's soldiers. Giving the door a fall push button, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.

The door swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the exterior of his prison for the first time in what has been workweek. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing mesh of tunnel snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, trying his substantially to avoid the fighting by heading the other way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked pant, as he saw a conversant boldness. Ducking behind a boastfully gem, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the grouping that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain brigand. The boy's center widened as he realized that it was the bandit drawing card, killed in battle with the baron's soldiers.

The bowman and the huge brigand stood over their friend's body for several moment without saying a discussion, the large man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the absolutely organic structure's dresser and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't concern friend, your demise 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 wound leg, and yelped in pain 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 slam into the back of his headway. All he could see was star topology 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 tap to his head.

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

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

"We may not be capable to get the better of the King's USA, but we will still have a triumph today."The big man squabble, 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 huge brigand. He did cipher just as he did the last time, and watched as the large man enhance his great steel and prepare to come to 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 sword down, a gasp escaped his lips as an arrow was fired, and after respective 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 heavy corpse."Leave before to a greater extent bandits come, find the soldiers. severalize them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be safe with them."

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

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the fight is not over. Our mathematical group may fall today, but the people still rise 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 traverse himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulder joint. And with that, he left, disappearing into the darkness tunnels, making his escape. Flynn wasted no clock time either in turning to leave, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its warmth tactual sensation on his face, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to overlay his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving brigand to pedal away to the approximate 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 knight, pushed through the crowd to see what was happening.

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

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

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

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

Beckoning him to succeed, the horse brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"Come, wait here Flynn. We will institute you to the nearest castle for you to recuperate, and for me to write my report on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to enter the carriage, the beach waggon doors opened as a boy's psyche popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy colored hair and green eyes.

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

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

"Come, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the go-cart 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 bleakness as he sat alone with another boy his age.

"fountainhead Flynn, I hope you don't brain talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a pail and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest castling is a whole 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 protagonist in this boy .