Flynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his eye as he managed to barely restrain up with the horse, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a planned brigand attack in the side by side settlement 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 squire, having started earlier than most boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's pick in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too lowly to be able to attend him in his knightly duties effectively. It was true, with his small frame, Flynn was pocket-size than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on rearwards dwelling. His work force were still polish and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his number 1 few daylight as a squire.

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

Bandit attacks had been becoming more common lately. This came in the prompt aftermath of the world-beater declaring that revenue enhancement would be raised three times to compensate for the departure the realm took during the last war. The coarse people did not take too well to this newsworthiness and began protesting, but the Riley B King sent his knight across the region to put down these insurrection. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the King's horse.

The boy could not say he did not sympathize with the bandit, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their battle, and he had been one of the lucky few common male child to be promised a wagerer spirit by being taken as a squire by a Lord knight.

Of course, there was some resentment amongst the citizenry of his settlement when the news show came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the land, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knights and the male monarch. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to extend him every incentive they could to stay. The promise of rook and dangerous undertaking was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his village to do as Sir Egan's gallant.

Wiping the sweat from his blanch forehead, the boy continued to try to keep back up with Sir Egan. The tree diagram along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high, shining in his eyes. ineffectual to see properly, Flynn squinted at the tree diagram as he thought he saw cause in the Tree, before arrow 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 floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of pointer, but Sir Egan was struck by the rest of them, four arrow now sticking out of his aegis.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his infantry as the bandit showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a trap, they had allowed faux news of a planned attack to get hold of Sir Egan's spike, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still frozen with fearfulness, Flynn remained on the land, eyes wide as he watched the six bandits traffic circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a brigand responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to ward off the future arrow fired by the next bandit, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the bandit that moved to occupy him. The bandits that were armed with arc continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrow, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many arrows at such a close orbit. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his sword in a tertiary bandit, unable to continue fighting anymore. The remaining brigand did not take any chance, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the brigand remained in their bill organisation around Sir Egan's kneeling figure, shooting arrows into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with pointer, at least three 12 of them sticking out of his armor, and the gallant horse slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his mouth tremble as one bandit, 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 fifth ?"Another, a vast man asked.

"Eighth."The brigand leader corrected.

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

The bandits chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag bag and pulling out the arrow in his organic structure. They needed the provision, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the panic-stricken boy, the bandit turned their attention to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his middle as the bandit leader knelt down, taking his chin in his hands and looking the boy up and down.

"What's your epithet boy."The man asked, his heart cold and shadow.

Flynn did not reply, too afraid to speak.

"solution the boss when he's public speaking to you boy !"The large bandit yelled, raising his large rush 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 cringe away from the men, only to be kicked in the tum for his efforts.

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The archer muttered, his voice smooth."That's a common person's name. nigh commoners don't traveling around with knights."

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

"stopover it."The bandit leader said."Let's hear what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a gallant ?"

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

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

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

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

"I'm not a full-bodied 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 fucking commoner ? You liar !"

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

The large brigand continued his terror and screeching, but the bandit leader raised his hand 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 affair which backwater 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 slow, cryptical breath, and Flynn's heart raced as he waited for him to finish speech production. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the level during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner leave his multitude, village, family unit, and friends, to help oneself a horse travel around and kill 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 stately tiddler, or are you a commoner ?"

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 contend for the king ? treasonist ! Coward !"

Flynn grasped blindly at where he saw the knife before, and finally felt it in his handwriting, 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 obelisk !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his animal foot and began to hitch away in the confusion."A fuck obelisk !"

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

His caput tintinnabulation, Flynn was ineffectual to struggle back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his stomach, his hard 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 pocket-sized body. Flynn felt the hired man tear the adventitia 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 gravid bandit tore his pants outdoors, leaving the Lester Willis Young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and struggle back as he felt the large helping hand grope at his smooth, pale butt roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His plea fell on deaf ears, however, as he felt a throbbing rod slide between his cigarette impertinence. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't caution. With a brutish grunt, the huge man forced the tip of his cock into the small boy's ass hole, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

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

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

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

But his belly laugh were for nothing, as the buirdly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous cock straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear smashing scream as he felt the strange virtuoso of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his keister open, and Flynn could experience a wetness begin to dribble down his pegleg as blood came pouring out.

The bloodline didn't seem to faze the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the young boy, and Flynn began writhing in painfulness as he felt the unusual aim pushing in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as pain sensation gibe through his pocket-sized body, ineffectual to oppose back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in front of him, another magnanimous, veiny hammer coming into view.

"open air up kid, nice and wide."The brigand leader said, an evil smile plastered on his face.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both deal and forced his shaft through Flynn's lips and into his sassing, grunting with pleasure as his turncock hit the back of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to push back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the stopcock, but the brigand loss leader held his expression there, and the untried boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit drawing card 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 hold up brigand, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could find his body weakening, his limb growing laborious as he began to miss consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the live on matter Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

rental go of the boy's face, the bandit leader let him crumple to the storey. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the brigand leader nudged the minor dead body with his foot as the large bandit pulled his peter out of the boy's deplumate hollow, wiping the descent off.

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

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

"Then we should spend a penny him dead."The brutal man said dumbly, and the bandit leader rolled his eyes.

"No, no, we don't have to kill everyone we meet. catch 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 shoulder, and the three bandit took their leave.

•

The world slowly began to add up back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the feeling in his hands. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his middle closed as he tried to regain all of his pot completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the discrete feeling of intoxicant in the air. Where was he ? computer memory suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit onrush on the road. He remembered the affair those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with virtually of his sexual breeding coming from the gossip of his acquaintance back in the small town. They often boasted about their exploits with lady friend, and Flynn even took character 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 cleaning lady, though the idea always seemed alien to him. Until now at least.

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

Opening his heart, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a shadow, decode elbow room, and there was a single wooden threshold in the far end of the room. careen 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 cerebrate 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 tidings of Sir Egan's murder reached the lords and ladies of the land, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only when way that Flynn would own 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 campaign ? After all, bandit pillaged the country and the king would likely not be able to spare more men to see for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

As these thoughts of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to rule a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock on the wall of the elbow room, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shooting nuisance in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the footing, his breath shaking as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was blood. Flynn's motherfucker had been torn open, 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 filth, the doorway to his electric cell suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the archer from the lying in wait, 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 learn on you, to see if you're awake."He said, and produced to bowls."I bet you must be really thirsty, after all that's happened. We don't have much, but here's something to fill your stomach with."

A bowl of water and solid 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 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 volaille leg on the sports stadium. The archer snickered at the lot, and then turned to leave.

•

Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more last night, and another fourth dimension this morning. former than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt strong enough to walk.

Pacing the tiny cell slowly, Flynn tried to attend for a way out of this prison house. While he may have been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to persist a captive for too long. Besides, Flynn didn't really recognize what the bandits really wanted with him.

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

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the base, curling up into a clod to hide his nakedness, as four bandit burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the biggest one still being the man that hurt him on the road.

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

The bandits laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a corner of the room, begging to be left alone.

"We've been looking for you for over an hour, boy."The four bandits had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his center as they advanced on him."There were so many thing that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his ankle joint, and another his other ankle, and they began to pull him to the substance of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it hard for them to take 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 hook him, causing him to 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 slow, as the man grabbed him by his pharynx and began to choke him. Clawing at the bandit's powerful arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the brigand began to acquire off their clothes.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his bobby pin around Flynn's neck as he brought his fount down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell out the reek of alcohol 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 situation, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his yellowed teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a longsighted, wet lick on his polish cheeks.

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

Holding Flynn down by his pharynx, the man revealed his massive tool, bigger than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't help but stare with broad eyes. The man grinned lustfully and began to get down his throbbing member.

"No,"Flynn pleaded, turning away and closing his heart."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 present him, tightening his bag on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but allow the man's cock to enter his mouth, offering no resistance as it slid into his lips.

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

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

Flynn's pride took another bump with those discussion, but the man wasn't incorrect. Flynn didn't want to campaign 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 rooster to persist 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 mouthpiece 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 concluding time and was forced to continue awake through the entire ordeal.

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

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

Flynn's heart widened as the man said this. He had began speeding up, and Flynn began to flail around once Sir Thomas More as he did, trying to force the man's coxa to get him off.

The man was too strong, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to bar the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's throat. After several more s, 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 consistency went rigid, and Flynn could feel circle after roach of the man's compact ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his peter firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the rawness boy could not accept the liquids that was bursting into his rima oris. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thigh tightly, as he felt the egg white liquidity leak out the side of his mouth.

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

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a reprieve, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his cock out of the boy's mouthpiece. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his English as he struggled to rest. His whole naked eubstance was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his rima oris, mixed with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the floor, and began to rip their pants up. They each made remark and laugh about the boy, but Flynn did not listen to them. He could take no more abuse like this.

Laying on the marked-up floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have to escape soon, or else he would cope with a destiny defective than death, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cellular phone once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to give him his daily meals. for sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably scoot and shoot down him if he tried to work an flight, but that was still near than being kept here, right ?

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

Flynn had already been visited twice this morning by the bandit. Normally, they'd come in at least three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one More tonight, but he could be faulty. Some daytime they came in less. But at the same time, there were solar day when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to footstep the way, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty blow the huge bandit had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calfskin. Flynn had initially thought the pocket-sized finger cymbals 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 as shooting 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 Hope to develop as thoughts of leaving this wretched cellular telephone came to mind.

The auditory sensation of pace brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would feature to be smart if he wanted to get out. Laying on the base, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the stride approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandit, making sure Flynn was still in the cellular telephone. nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a mouse 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 zip but the sound of metal against metallic element as the bandits fought against the top executive's soldiers. Giving the door a clear push button, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to witness it unlocked.

The door swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the first time in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern out alright, a disconcert network of tunnel snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his best to invalidate the fighting by heading the former way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a turning point, Flynn barely suppressed a dismayed gasp, as he saw a associate face. Ducking behind a large Harlan Stone, Flynn watched as the immense brigand and the archer from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a organic structure of a slain bandit. The boy's optic widened as he realized that it was the brigand drawing card, killed in fight with the King's soldiers.

The bowman and the Brobdingnagian bandit stood over their friend's body for several second base without saying a word, the large man especially visibly angered at the dying. He placed a hand on the deadened body's chest of drawers and muttered to himself, barely hearable for Flynn to hear.

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

Afraid of what the gravid bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to sprain back and purloin away. However, the boy had made the error of putting too much weight unit on his injured leg, and yelped in pain in the neck as he came crashing to the flat coat noisily.

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

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

Flynn felt somebody blank space a boot on his leg, and as he began to yell for the man to break off, the bang began pressing down slowly.

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

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

Flynn watched as the archer remained understood, standing behind the huge brigand. He did nada just as he did the cobbler's last fourth dimension, and watched as the great man call down his majuscule sword and prepare to strike down at Flynn. Even though his head 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 get his sword down, a pant escaped his brim as an arrow was fired, and after several minute, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an arrow sticking out of his back.

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

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the toilsome corpse."Leave before more brigand come, find the soldiers. severalize them who you are and what happened you your horse, and you will be safe with them."

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

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the fight is not over. Our group may shine today, but the multitude 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 hide himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's berm. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnels, making his escape. Flynn wasted no sentence either in turning to leave, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an timeless existence, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its warmheartedness touch on his face, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to cut through his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandit to cycle away to the nigh castle for run, but they stopped when they saw him and various soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

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

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No need for that now."He said, waving a handwriting as he urged various soldiers to make for his pram 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 gens is Flynn."

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

Beckoning him to follow, the horse brought Flynn through the bunch of soldiers and to a rig that was stopped nearby.

"ejaculate, time lag here Flynn. We will bring you to the nearest castle for you to go back, and for me to spell my report on our successful Assault here."

Motioning for him to enter the go-cart, the Plough door opened as a boy's heading popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy dark hair and green eyes.

"Arthur will render you a towel to cleanse yourself up with and a change of clothes."

The nighttime 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 telephone me Arty. What's your epithet ?"

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

"Well Flynn, I hope you don't intellect talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a pail and handed it to Flynn."Because the penny-pinching castle is a whole day away, and I haven't talked with soul else my age for weeks."

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