Flynn walked along the cobblestone route, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his centre as he managed to barely restrain up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a planned bandit attack in the succeeding hamlet when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, 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 bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started earlier than most male child did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's pick in picking Flynn, with to the highest degree saying the boy was still too small to be able-bodied to wait on him in his chivalric duties effectively. It was confessedly, with his minor underframe, Flynn was modest than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on plump for domicile. His hands were still unruffled and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual of arms toil, and many said that he would not be fit for the life-time of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his first off few days as a squire.

"We have to hurry."Sir Egan said as he handed the weewee back to Flynn."We should arrive at the next settlement 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 King declaring that tax would be raised threefold to compensate for the red the kingdom took during the last war. The coarse masses did not take on too well to this word and began protesting, but the King sent his horse across the realm to put down these rebellion. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the King's knights.

The boy could not say he did not commiserate with the bandits, however. Because Flynn was also a common man, he understood their struggles, and he had been one of the favourable few common son to be promised a improve life-time by being taken as a squire by a noble knight.

Of form, there was some resentment amongst the masses of his village when the news came that he would be taken as a gallant. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the kingdom, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knights and the Billie Jean Moffitt King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to put up him every incentive they could to bide. The hope of castles and adventure was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his village to do as Sir Egan's gallant.

Wiping the sweat from his pale os frontale, the boy continued to try to preserve up with Sir Egan. The trees along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high, shining in his optic. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree as he thought he saw bm in the tree diagram, before pointer suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a twelve pointer came hurtling through the air, but Sir Egan had reacted quickly, throwing the boy to the floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of pointer, but Sir Egan was struck by the rest of them, four arrows now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his feet as the bandit showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a trap, they had allowed false news of a planned attack to reach Sir Egan's auricle, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still frigid with fear, Flynn remained on the soil, optic wide 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 avoid the succeeding pointer fired by the next bandit, and with sword in helping hand, cut down two of the bandits that moved to pursue him. The bandits that were armed with bows continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his thick armor could not hold up that many pointer at such a fill up ambit. Sir Egan collapsed to his knee joint as he drove his sword in a third bandit, unable to continue fighting anymore. The remaining brigand did not take any prospect, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the bandits 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 arrows, at least three 12 of them sticking out of his armour, and the proud horse slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his brim tremble as one bandit, the loss leader, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

"Another knight to add to your collection."The bowman behind him said, slinging his bow over his shoulders.

"What is this, your one-fifth ?"Another, a immense 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 brigand chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag bag and pulling out the arrows in his consistence. 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 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 epithet boy."The man asked, his centre cold and shadow.

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

"response the 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 stomach for his efforts.

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The archer muttered, his voice smooth."That's a commoner's figure. virtually commoner don't traveling around with knights."

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

"plosive consonant 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 remains behind the bandits.

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

The loss 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 right !"The immense bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich nobleman with pot of atomic number 79 ! secern me boy, do you accept pal ? If he's an only son, we can repeat the ransom !"

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

The brigand grew flustered as he spoke.

"A shtup common man ? You liar !"

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

The boastfully brigand continued his menace and screaming, but the bandit leader raised his hand to silence him. Leaning in finis, his heart serious, the bandit loss leader began to speak softly.

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

He paused, taking a slow, mystifying breath, and Flynn's pith 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 evidence me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a common person leave his people, village, kinsperson, and champion, to help a knight traveling around and kill people who are just like him ?"

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

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

Heart pounding against his bureau, 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 Riley B King ? betrayer ! 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 huge bandit blindly. The bandit yelled in surprise, pulling his handwriting backward and releasing Flynn.

"A obelisk !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his feet and began to gimp away in the confusion."A make out dagger !"

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

His head ring, Flynn was unable to agitate back as he felt he bandit ferment him over on his abdomen, 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 humble body. Flynn felt the hands tear the adventitia he wore open, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare chest was exposed to the low temperature ground. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the gravid bandit tore his pants loose, leaving the young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will learn you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the large manpower grope at his smooth, pale butt end roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His pleas fell on deaf auricle, however, as he felt a throbbing rod glide between his butt impertinence. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't care. With a brutish grunt, the immense man forced the tip of his dick into the little 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 huge brigand grunted as he began to slide his tip around.

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

But his thigh-slapper were for nada, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous cock straight into the boy's ass pickle. Flynn let out a ear shattering shriek as he felt the strange virtuoso of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt open, and Flynn could finger a wetness Begin to trickle down his legs as rakehell came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to faze the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the Cy Young boy, and Flynn began writhing in pain as he felt the strange object push in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as infliction guessing through his lowly torso, ineffectual to fight back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in front of him, another gravid, veiny shaft coming into view.

"outdoors up kid, nice and wide."The bandit drawing card said, an evil grin plastered on his facial expression.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both work force and forced his cock through Flynn's sass and into his oral fissure, grunting with pleasure as his cock hit the backrest of the boy's pharynx.

Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to defend back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the tool, but the bandit leader held his face there, and the Loretta Young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit drawing card thrusted into his human face and the immense bandit continued to fuck him from behind.

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

The voice of the net bandit, the archer who stood observation, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could sense his soundbox weakening, his subdivision growing heavy as he began to lose cognisance. And as his eyes glazed over, the last matter Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the rear of his pharynx and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's face, the bandit loss leader let him crumple to the base. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit loss leader nudged the small soundbox with his foot as the large bandit pulled his putz out of the boy's torn hole, wiping the blood 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 wee him dead."The bestial man said dumbly, and the bandit loss leader rolled his eyes.

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

Obliging, the big brigand hoisted the raw and bloody consistence up on his articulatio humeri, and the three bandits took their leave.

•

The world slowly began to make out back to him, as Flynn first regained his listening, and then the feeling in his hands. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his sensory faculty completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smack the distinct smell of alcohol 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 thing those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with to the highest degree of his sexual education coming from the gossip of his champion back in the small town. They often boasted about their feat with girl, and Flynn even took region 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 charwoman, though the approximation always seemed foreign to him. Until now at least.

As these store 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 kind of bandit lair.

Opening his eyes, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a nighttime, decode room, and there was a single wooden room access in the far end of the room. Rock 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 think of a way out. His knight, Sir Egan, has been slain by the brigand, his body left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when word of Sir Egan's murder reached the Almighty and ladies of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing gallant, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the entirely way that Flynn would have any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't pain in the neck looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the movement ? After all, bandits pillaged the res publica and the Billie Jean King would likely not be able to dispense with more men to look for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

As these thoughts of day of reckoning and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to determine a way out of this prison house. Grabbing a rock on the walls of the room, Flynn began to extract himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shooting painful sensation in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the undercoat, his breath palpitation as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was rakehell. Flynn's dickhead had been torn open, and by trying to stand up, the boy must let caused it to begin bleeding again.

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the ambush, and immediately the boy began to plump for himself into the wall, afraid that the bandit would hurt him. But the brigand only laughed as he saw Flynn's reaction, 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 athirst, after all that's happened. We don't have much, but here's something to fill your stomach with."

A bowl of water and food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn earn how hungry he was. Looking down at the food for thought, 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 bowls, devouring the roasted chicken leg on the bowl. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

mean solar day had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more hold up night, and another clip this morning. other than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt strong enough to walk.

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

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

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the floor, curling up into a ball to enshroud his nakedness, as four brigand burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the great 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 middle as they advanced on him."There were so many things that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his mortise joint, and another his other ankle, and they began to attract him to the center of the elbow room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the brigand as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to take him.

The brigand finally had enough and tried to carry him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to cabbage him, causing him to go down 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 throat and began to throttle him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandits began to carry off their clothes.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his grip around Flynn's neck as he brought his font down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could sense the reek of alcohol in his breather."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you read ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his situation, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his yellow teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet biff on his unruffled impertinence.

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

Holding Flynn down by his pharynx, the man revealed his monolithic shaft, self-aggrandising than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't assistance but stare with wide eyes. The man grinned lustfully and began to lower his throbbing member.

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

But the man's lust was too often, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nix but allow for the man's cock to enter his mouth, offering no resistance as it slid into his lips.

This cock was big, great 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 cock into his back talk, even as he began gagging.

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

Flynn's superbia took another gust with those dustup, but the man wasn't wrong. Flynn didn't want to fight down 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 cock to remain inside for several seconds, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's throat, and then he began to move it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his first metre anymore, the sheer size of the peter in his back talk lawsuit Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breathing time for minutes, but he did not devolve unconscious mind like last clock time and was forced to ride out awake through the entire ordeal.

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

"Oh shit, 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 more as he did, trying to push the man's hips to get him off.

The man was too potent, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to stop the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's pharynx. After several more sec, 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 eubstance went rigid, and Flynn could feel Mexican valium after ropes of the man's compact ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his hammer firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not swallow the liquids that was bursting into his mouthpiece. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thighs tightly, as he felt the white liquidness wetting out the incline of his sass.

At the Lapplander sentence, the early men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their encumbrance at the same sentence, 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 rima oris. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to breathe. His whole naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, mixed with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the base, and began to draw out their pants up. They each made remark and caper about the boy, but Flynn did not listen to them. He could learn 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 take to the woods soon, or else he would meet a portion worse than destruction, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cellphone once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to make him his daily meals. Sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot down and kill him if he tried to make an escapism, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

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

Flynn had already been visited twice this aurora 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 daytime they came in less. But at the same time, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his metrical unit, Flynn began to step the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty blow the Brobdingnagian brigand had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the brigand forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the small bones in his leg had been snapped in two, but he bandits continued on and ignored his screaming until they came. Only after that did they check his leg to do for sure goose egg was broken.

As Flynn paced the floor, there was suddenly a trashy explosion in the distance, followed by auditory sensation of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his Bob Hope to rise as thoughts of leaving this wretched cellular telephone came to mind.

The phone of footstep brought Flynn back to realness, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be smart if he wanted to bunk. Laying on the story, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the step approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandits, making sure Flynn was still in the cell. cipher came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the doorway, and the footsteps rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard aught but the sound of alloy against metal as the bandit fought against the Riley B King's soldiers. Giving the doorway a light push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to obtain it unlocked.

The doorway swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the exterior of his prison for the first-class honours degree fourth dimension in what has been hebdomad. He was in a cavern alright, a throw network of burrow snaked about in front line of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnel, trying his best to deflect the fighting by heading the former way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a offend gasp, as he saw a familiar cheek. Ducking behind a declamatory I. F. Stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain brigand. The boy's optic widened as he realized that it was the bandit loss leader, killed in battle with the King's soldiers.

The archer and the huge bandit stood over their friend's body for several arcsecond without saying a Book, the large man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the numb body's chest and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

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

Afraid of what the vauntingly bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to turn back and purloin away. However, the boy had made the fault of putting too very much exercising weight on his injured leg, and yelped in annoyance as he came crashing to the ground noisily.

Immediately, the bandit began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the tail end of the big bandit's sword slam into the backbone of his head. All he could see was asterisk as he was turned over to his back, and the big man was yelling.

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

Flynn felt someone station a boot on his leg, and as he began to yell for the man to stop, the boot began pressing down slowly.

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

"We may not be able to vote 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 legs slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the archer remained silent, standing behind the huge bandit. He did nothing just as he did the in conclusion meter, and watched as the large man put forward his peachy sword and prepare to expunge down at Flynn. Even though his mind 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 pointer was fired, and after various arcsecond, 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 expectant corpse."Leave before Thomas More bandits come, find the soldiers. recount them who you are and what happened you your horse, and you will be rubber 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 combat is not over. Our radical may precipitate today, but the people still rise up against the Prince. I will continue to agitate for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to cover himself with, the archer nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulder joint. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark burrow, making his escape. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to pull up stakes, limping through the caves.

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

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

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

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

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

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

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

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

"seminal fluid, delay here Flynn. We will take you to the close castle for you to go back, and for me to pen my reputation on our successful rape here."

Motioning for him to enter the stroller, the wagon threshold opened as a boy's forefront popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy dark whisker and green eyes.

"Arthur will return you a towel to clean yourself up with and a modification of clothes."

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

"semen, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the perambulator beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's squire, But you can just scream me Arty. What's your name ?"

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

"Well Flynn, I hope you don't creative thinker talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a pail and handed it to Flynn."Because the near rook is a entirely 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 .