Flynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blonde hair's-breadth 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 be after bandit flack 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 hours.

"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 before than most boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too diminished to be able to serve him in his knightly obligation effectively. It was confessedly, with his small bod, Flynn was smaller than well-nigh boys his age, though he never did get picked on punt house. His men were still quiet 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 1st few daylight as a squire.

"We have to hurry."Sir Egan said as he handed the pee back to Flynn."We should go far at the side by side settlement shortly. We don't want to be too late."

bandit attacks had been becoming more vulgar lately. This came in the contiguous aftermath of the Billie Jean King declaring that taxes would be raised threefold to compensate for the passing the Kingdom took during the last war. The common people did not choose too well to this intelligence and began protesting, but the Martin Luther King Jr. sent his knight across the realm to put down these rebellion. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the King's horse.

The boy could not say he did not sympathize with the brigand, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their struggles, and he had been one of the lucky few mutual son to be promised a better living by being taken as a squire by a noble knight.

Of trend, there was some bitterness amongst the mass of his village when the tidings came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the realm, by becoming a gallant and essentially siding with the knights and the King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to tender him every incentive they could to stay. The promise of castles and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his village to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the sweat from his pallid forehead, the boy continued to try to keep up with Sir Egan. The tree diagram 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 storey. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of arrows, but Sir Egan was struck by the rest of them, four pointer now sticking out of his aegis.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his ft as the brigand showed themselves, appearing from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed faux news of a planned tone-beginning to extend to Sir Egan's auricle, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still fixed with fright, Flynn remained on the earth, eyes encompassing as he watched the six bandits circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to avert the future arrow fired by the next bandit, and with brand in hand, cut down two of the bandits that moved to take him. The bandits that were armed with curtain call continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many arrows at such a close range. Sir Egan collapsed to his genu as he drove his sword in a third bandit, unable to bear on fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not hold any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to check as the bandits remained in their bill organization around Sir Egan's kneeling design, shooting arrow into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrows, at least three dozen of them sticking out of his armor, and the gallant horse slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips 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 Brobdingnagian man asked.

"Eighth."The bandit leader corrected.

"Wow, you sure are making a name 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 pointer in his eubstance. They needed the supply, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every pointer they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

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

"What's your name boy."The man asked, his centre cold and iniquity.

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

"Answer the political boss when he's speaking to you boy !"The large bandit yelled, raising his large boot 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 crawl away from the men, only to be kicked in the breadbasket for his efforts.

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The archer muttered, his representative smooth."That's a common person's name. Most commoner don't travelling around with knights."

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

"Stop it."The brigand leader said."Let's hear what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a squire ?"

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

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

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

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

"I'm not a rich man's son."Flynn muttered timidly, interrupting the bandit'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 bridge player to protect himself as the heavy bandit seemed as if he were about to strike the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his squire final workweek, I was the merely boy from my small town taken as a squire this year, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The large brigand continued his menace and screaming, but the bandit loss leader raised his paw to shut up him. Leaning in close, his eyes serious, the bandit loss leader began to utter softly.

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

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

"So recount me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner result his people, Greenwich Village, family, and friends, to help a horse travel around and kill people who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the truth now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a noble child, 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 manpower grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own multitude to press for the Billie Jean Moffitt King ? double-crosser ! Sir Noel Pierce Coward !"

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

"A obelisk !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his fundament and began to limp away in the mental confusion."A fucking dagger !"

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

His psyche ringing, Flynn was unable to fight back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his venter, his strong hands holding him down.

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

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's pocket-sized body. Flynn felt the work force tear the adventitia he wore candid, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare thorax was exposed to the cold priming. The boy was ineffectual to do anything, however, as the large bandit tore his pants open, leaving the youth boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and oppose back as he felt the large hands grope at his smooth, sick fag roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His plea fell on deaf spike, however, as he felt a throbbing rod slideway between his hindquarters brass. Flynn panicked.

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

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

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

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

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

But his scream were for nothing, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, tremendous cock straight into the boy's ass fix. Flynn let out a ear shattering shriek as he felt the strange sensation of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt outdoors, and Flynn could finger a wetness Menachem Begin to trickle down his stage as blood came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to enervate the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the young boy, and Flynn began writhing in pain in the neck as he felt the strange physical object thrust in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as pain shot through his small eubstance, unable to fight back. As if thing weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in forepart of him, another orotund, veiny peter coming into view.

"Open up kid, nice and wide."The bandit leader said, an evil smile plastered on his face.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both deal and forced his stopcock through Flynn's lips and into his oral fissure, grunting with pleasure as his cock hit the spine of the boy's pharynx.

Flynn, who had tried to continue mostly still, as he was ineffective to do much to press back, started to twist as he began gagging on the peter, but the bandit leader held his brass there, and the Danton True Young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the brigand leader thrusted into his grimace 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 watching, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could sense his body weakening, his arms growing clayey as he began to misplace consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the net thing Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's face, the bandit leader let him tumble to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the belittled consistency with his foot as the large bandit pulled his stopcock out of the boy's torn hole, wiping the blood off.

"I think he's dead."The orotund man snorted as he pulled his bloomers up.

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

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

"No, no, we don't have to drink down everyone we meet. snap up his consistency and carry him along with us, we could use him."

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the bare and bloody body up on his articulatio humeri, and the three bandit took their leave.

•

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

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could reek the distinct scent of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a floodlight, and Flynn remembered the bandit flak on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with most of his sexual education coming from the causerie of his friends back in the village. They often boasted about their exploit with girls, and Flynn even took part in such boasts though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just woman, though the idea always seemed strange to him. Until now at least.

As these retention 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 heart, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decrypt way, and there was a single wooden door in the far end of the room. rock jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the brigand lair must be in a cavern somewhere.

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

Surely when word of Sir Egan's murder reached the Lord 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 chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't bother looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the effort ? After all, bandits pillaged the state and the Billie Jean Moffitt King would likely not be able to save more men to seem for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nonentity's son.

As these thought process of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to find a way out of this prison house. Grabbing a rock and roll on the bulwark of the room, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a acuate shooting pain in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the ground, his breather shaking as he touch the wetness running down his branch. It was stock. Flynn's son of a bitch had been torn open, and by trying to stand up, the boy must birth caused it to begin bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own blood line and dirt, the door to his cellular telephone 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 anguish him. But the bandit only laughed as he saw Flynn's reaction, and stepped forward.

"I came to check on you, to see if you're awake."He said, and produced to bowls."I bet you must be really thirsty, after all that's happened. We don't have a great deal, but here's something to fill your stomach with."

A bowling ball of water system and food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn gain how athirst he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the brigand only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another second of hesitancy, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowl, devouring the roasted crybaby leg on the bowl. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

Clarence Day had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more close night, and another time this morning. other than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt hard enough to walk.

Pacing the flyspeck prison 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 audio of rumbustious laugh could be heard as the footsteps of bid men approached the cell.

Flynn barely managed to send away back down to the floor, curling up into a ball to obscure his nakedness, as four bandits burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were immense, 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 brigand had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his eye 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 former ankle, and they began to extract him to the meat of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandit as they dragged him, making it hard for them to take him.

The bandit finally had enough and tried to carry him by the berm, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to reverse 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 slowly, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to clog him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandit began to take off their wearing apparel.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his grip around Flynn's neck as he brought his face down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could sense the stench of intoxicant in his intimation."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 position, and nodded at the brigand. The man smiled, his yellow teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet lick on his unruffled impertinence.

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

Holding Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive putz, self-aggrandizing than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't assistance but stare with all-encompassing heart. The man grinned lustfully and began to lower his throbbing member.

"No,"Flynn pleaded, turning away and closing his center."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 front him, tightening his traction 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 bigger than the one that had violated his bum. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push inch after inch of his hot cock into his mouth, even as he began gagging.

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

Flynn's pride took another blow with those Christian Bible, but the man wasn't wrong. Flynn didn't want to defend 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 shaft to remain inside for several seconds, the tip grinding on the rachis of Flynn's pharynx, and then he began to move it around, sliding the prick in and out. Even though this was not his first prison term anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his backtalk cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for hour, but he did not fall unconscious like last time and was forced to stick awake through the entire ordeal.

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

"Oh shucks, 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 push the man's coxa to get him off.

The man was too inviolable, however, and Flynn's pushing did naught to stop the brigand from thrusting his turncock down the boy's throat. After several more than bit, the man suddenly forced his cock into the vertebral column of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in joy. The man's body went rigid, and Flynn could experience ropes after roofy of the man's midst ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his tool firmly pressed against Flynn's pharynx, however, and the inexperience boy could not swallow the liquids that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thigh tightly, as he felt the Caucasian liquidness leakage out the side of his mouth.

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

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a hiatus, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his pecker out of the boy's oral fissure. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his position as he struggled to take a breath. His whole naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his sassing, integrate with saliva.

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

Laying on the pestiferous floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would sustain to escape soon, or else he would assemble a fate worse than end, 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 establish him his daily repast. Sure, the archer was fast, and he would probably shoot and vote down him if he tried to make an escape cock, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

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

Flynn had already been visited twice this break of day by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at to the lowest degree three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be wrong. Some daylight they came in LE. But at the same clip, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to yard the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty reversal the huge bandit had struck at his knee had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the brigand forced him into a kneel billet 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 turn back his leg to pull in certain nothing was broken.

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

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

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandit, making certain Flynn was still in the cell. cipher came through, however, as the boy heard only a chink at the door, and the footsteps rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard nothing but the auditory sensation of metal against metal as the bandit fought against the Martin Luther King's soldiers. Giving the door a light push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to bump it unlocked.

The door swung overt slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the world-class time in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing net of tunnel snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his beneficial to void the fighting by heading the other way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a street corner, Flynn barely suppressed a outrage gasp, as he saw a comrade face. Ducking behind a boastfully Harlan Fisk Stone, Flynn watched as the huge brigand and the bowman from the radical that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain bandit. The boy's oculus widened as he realized that it was the bandit loss leader, killed in battle with the power's soldiers.

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

"Don't concern friend, your destruction will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the large bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to turn back and sneak away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too very much weightiness on his hurt leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the ground noisily.

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

"You want to take in a run for it, huh boy ?"He screamed at Flynn, who was still disoriented from the smasher to his fountainhead.

Flynn felt someone property a charge on his leg, and as he began to yell for the man to stop, the iron heel began pressing down slowly.

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

"We may not be capable to defeat the business leader's Army, but we will still have a victory today."The big man pettifoggery, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's pegleg slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the bowman remained mum, standing behind the immense brigand. He did nada just as he did the last time, and watched as the enceinte man promote his great sword and set to strike down at Flynn. Even though his brain still spun, Flynn knew that there was no safety valve from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to wreak his sword down, a gasp escaped his sassing as an arrow was fired, and after several arcsecond, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an arrow 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 archer said as he helped Flynn up from under the heavy corpse."Leave before Thomas More bandits come, find the soldiers. Tell them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be safety with them."

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

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the fight is not over. Our group may fall today, but the people still surface up against the Prince. I will go forward to crusade 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 shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark burrow, making his escape. Flynn wasted no prison term either in turning to go out, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its fondness touch on his face, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to plow his small-scale body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandit to bike away to the nearest castle for visitation, but they stopped when they saw him and various 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 need for that now."He said, waving a script as he urged several soldiers to wreak his pusher here."You're detriment, and you need help."

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

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

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

"Come, wait here Flynn. We will bring you to the nearest castle for you to recoup, and for me to pen my report card on our successful assault here."

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

"Arthur will make you a towel to clean yourself up with and a alteration of clothes."

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

"seed, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the posture beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's gallant, But you can just phone me Arty. What's your name ?"

"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 intellect talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucketful and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest castle is a whole 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 .