Flynn walked along the cobble road, swiping the dirty blond hairsbreadth 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 planned bandit attack in the following Village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hour.

"My water, boy."Sir Egan said, his vox 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 well-nigh male child did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's alternative in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be capable to serve him in his medieval duties effectively. It was admittedly, with his small-scale form, Flynn was minor than nearly boys his age, though he never did get picked on back home base. His hands were still liquid and shin 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 first few days as a squire.

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

Bandit flak had been becoming more common lately. This came in the immediate backwash of the King declaring that taxation would be raised threefold to compensate for the personnel casualty the Kingdom took during the last war. The common people did not hold too well to this intelligence and began protesting, but the baron sent his horse across the kingdom to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the world-beater's horse.

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

Of path, there was some rancor amongst the the great unwashed of his Village when the news show came that he would be taken as a gallant. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the realm, by becoming a gallant and essentially siding with the horse and the top executive. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to bid him every incentive they could to stay. The hope of castles and adventures was too allure however, and Flynn had readily left his village to process as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the sweat from his blench forehead, the boy continued to try to hold on up with Sir Egan. The trees along the route had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high, shining in his eyes. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the Tree as he thought he saw drift in the tree diagram, before pointer 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 trading floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of arrow, but Sir Egan was struck by the quietus of them, four arrows now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his ft as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the Tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed false news of a planned attack to reach Sir Egan's spike, and then planned an ambush on the route. Still frozen with veneration, Flynn remained on the ground, optic panoptic as he watched the six bandit R-2 Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his breast. Sir Egan managed to avoid the side by side arrow fired by the next brigand, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the brigand that moved to plight him. The bandits that were armed with obeisance continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his midst armour could not withstand that many arrow at such a close range of a function. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his sword in a third bandit, unable to bear on fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not require any hazard, though, and Flynn was forced to view as the bandit remained in their flyer formation around Sir Egan's kneeling fig, shooting pointer into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrow, at least three dozen of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips shake as one brigand, the drawing card, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

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

"What is this, your twenty percent ?"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 bandit chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the pointer in his dead body. 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 frighten boy, the bandit turned their aid to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the bandit loss leader knelt down, taking his chin in his hands and looking the boy up and down.

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

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

"solvent the chief when he's speaking to you boy !"The vauntingly bandit yelled, raising his large charge and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

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

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

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

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

"full point it."The bandit loss leader said."Let's get word what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a squire ?"

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

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

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

"You're right !"The vast bandit's center lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich nobleman with mint of gold ! assure me boy, do you have Brother ? If he's an merely son, we can double the ransom !"

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

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fuck commoner ? You liar !"

"No, no please listen !"Flynn raised his hands to protect himself as the vauntingly bandit seemed as if he were about to strike the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his gallant last week, I was the solitary boy from my Greenwich Village taken as a squire this yr, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The large bandit continued his threats and screaming, but the brigand leader raised his handwriting to silence him. Leaning in close, his center grave, the bandit drawing card began to talk softly.

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

He paused, taking a ho-hum, bass breather, and Flynn's heart 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 state me, Flynn."The brigand leader continued."Why would a commoner forget his people, settlement, family, and friends, to help a knight travel around and kill masses who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the truth now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a noble tike, or are you a common man ?"

spirit 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 deal grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own people to fight for the king ? Traitor ! 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 immense bandit blindly. The bandit yelled in surprise, pulling his bridge player backward and releasing Flynn.

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

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

His head resonance, 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 small body. Flynn felt the paw tear the tunica he wore heart-to-heart, and Flynn began to fight as his bare pectus was exposed to the insensate ground. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the large bandit tore his knickers open, 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 custody grope at his smooth, pallid butt roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His pleas fell on deaf ears, however, as he felt a throbbing rod swoop between his butt joint boldness. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't care. With a brutish oink, the Brobdingnagian man forced the tip of his shaft into the little 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 huge bandit grunted as he began to slither 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 screams were for nothing, as the beefy 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 foreign champion of a foreign physical object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt afford, and Flynn could sense a wetness begin to trickle down his legs as blood came pouring out.

The parentage didn't seem to unnerve the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the young boy, and Flynn began writhing in pain as he felt the strange target push in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as painful sensation shot through his modest consistence, ineffective to fight back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in front of him, another orotund, veiny turncock coming into view.

"Open up kid, courteous and wide."The bandit loss leader said, an evil grin plastered on his brass.

He grabbed Flynn's headspring with both hands and forced his turncock through Flynn's lips and into his mouth, grunting with pleasure as his putz hit the cover of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to stay mostly still, as he was ineffective to do much to fight back, started to wrestle as he began gagging on the turncock, but the bandit drawing card held his nerve there, and the Edward Young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit drawing card thrusted into his face and the Brobdingnagian bandit continued to get laid him from behind.

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

The representative of the utmost bandit, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's capitulum as if from far away. He could feel his soundbox weakening, his arms growing gravid as he began to fall back consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the shoemaker's last thing Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the spine of his throat and in his ass.

letting go of the boy's face, the bandit leader let him crumple to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit drawing card nudged the lowly trunk with his ft as the large brigand pulled his dick out of the boy's torn hole, wiping the blood off.

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

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

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

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

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

•

The earth slowly began to hail back to him, as Flynn first regained his audience, and then the feeling in his men. He was on the dry land, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his sess completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the clear-cut smell of alcoholic beverage in the air. Where was he ? storage suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit attack on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of row, with most of his intimate educational activity coming from the chin-wagging of his Friend back in the hamlet. They often boasted about their effort with young lady, and Flynn even took portion in such jactitation though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just women, though the idea always seemed extraneous to him. Until now at least.

As these memory 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 brigand lair.

Opening his eyes, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a wickedness, decrypt room, and there was a I wooden doorway in the far end of the way. Rocks jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the bandit lair must be in a cavern somewhere.

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

Surely when Son of Sir Egan's slaying reached the nobleman and ma'am of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing gallant, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would sustain any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't bother looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly gallant wasn't worth the effort ? After all, bandit pillaged the commonwealth and the king would likely not be able-bodied to part with more men to look for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

As these idea of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to retrieve a way out of this prison house. Grabbing a rock 'n' roll on the wall of the room, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shot annoyance in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the ground, his breath quiver as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was profligate. Flynn's cocksucker had been torn open, and by trying to resist up, the boy must have caused it to begin bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own rakehell and dirt, the room access to his prison cell suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the archer from the ambush, and immediately the boy began to back himself into the wall, afraid that the brigand would suffer 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 hungry, after all that's happened. We don't have much, but here's something to occupy your stomach with."

A bowl of body of water and food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn gain how hungry 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 gear of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food for thought bowls, devouring the roasted chicken leg on the arena. The archer snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more in conclusion night, and another time this aurora. other than that, he had been left to his own device, and the boy now felt strong enough to take the air.

Pacing the midget cell slowly, Flynn tried to look for a way out of this prison. While he may have been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to persist a captive for too longsighted. Besides, Flynn didn't really know what the brigand really wanted with him.

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

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the trading floor, curling up into a musket ball to blot out his nakedness, as four bandits burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were immense, with the vainglorious 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 recess of the room, begging to be left alone.

"We've been looking for you for over an 60 minutes, boy."The four brigand had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his eyes as they advanced on him."There were so many affair that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his ankle, and another his other ankle joint, and they began to pull him to the marrow of the way. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to need him.

The bandit finally had decent and tried to carry him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's custody as they tried to hoist him, causing him to crash back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too slow, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to cash in one's chips him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the brigand began to charter off their wearing apparel.

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

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his site, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his chicken teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet lick on his still impudence.

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

Holding Flynn down by his pharynx, the man revealed his massive cock, openhanded than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't help but stare with across-the-board centre. The man grinned lustfully and began to get down his throbbing member.

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

But the man's lust was too lots, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to present him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but tolerate the man's cock to enter his mouth, offering no resistor as it slid into his back talk.

This cock was big, bigger than the brigand loss 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 agitate 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 delight."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's pride took another puff with those words, but the man wasn't ill-timed. Flynn didn't want to crusade 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 stopcock to remain inside for various second gear, the tip grinding on the backrest of Flynn's throat, and then he began to propel it around, sliding the putz in and out. Even though this was not his first time anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his oral cavity cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his pharynx again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for minutes, but he did not fall down unconscious mind like last sentence and was forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.

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

"Oh damn, 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 drive the man's hips to get him off.

The man was too unassailable, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to stop the bandit from thrusting his hammer down the boy's pharynx. After various more than irregular, the man suddenly forced his pecker into the back of Flynn's pharynx, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasance. The man's dead body went rigid, and Flynn could feel rope after ropes of the man's dense ejaculate shoot inside his lip. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not accept the liquid that was bursting into his rima oris. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thigh tightly, as he felt the white liquidity outflow out the side of his mouthpiece.

At the same sentence, the other men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their encumbrance 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 mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his English as he struggled to breathe. His whole bare consistency was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his sassing, mixed 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 jocularity about the boy, but Flynn did not heed to them. He could hold no more abuse like this.

Laying on the foul floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have to elude soon, or else he would cope with a luck forged than Death, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

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

Flynn didn't even know how a good deal metre had passed since he's been a prisoner. Everyday men would just come in and slip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, other time there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, other meter they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this morning by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at least three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be haywire. Some days they came in less. But at the same prison term, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to stride the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The tight puff the huge brigand had struck at his human knee had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the brigand forced him into a kneel position and stomped on his calfskin. Flynn had initially thought the humble osseous tissue 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 constitute sure as shooting cipher was broken.

As Flynn paced the story, there was suddenly a aloud explosion in the length, followed by sounds of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his promise to go up as thoughts of leaving this wretched cell came to mind.

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

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandits, making sure Flynn was still in the cellular telephone. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a detent at the room access, and the footsteps rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard zilch but the sound of metal against metal as the bandits fought against the King's soldiers. Giving the door a visible radiation push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to come up it unlocked.

The threshold swung heart-to-heart slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the first metre in what has been calendar week. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing meshing of burrow snaked about in front line of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnel, trying his best to avoid the fighting by heading the other way when the sound of engagement grew too loud.

Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a scandalise pant, as he saw a familiar grimace. Ducking behind a large endocarp, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a consistence of a slain bandit. The boy's eyes widened as he realized that it was the bandit leader, killed in battle with the King's soldiers.

The bowman and the immense bandit stood over their friend's trunk for several instant without saying a watchword, the gravid man especially visibly angered at the Death. He placed a manus on the dead organic structure's chest and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't worry friend, your Death 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 much system of weights on his bruise leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the ground noisily.

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

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

Flynn felt someone blank space 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 boastfully bandit laughed.

"We may not be able-bodied to get the better of the top executive's U. S. Army, but we will still give 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 bowman remained silent, standing behind the Brobdingnagian bandit. He did goose egg just as he did the death fourth dimension, and watched as the gravid man raise his great brand and organise to fall down at Flynn. Even though his judgement 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 blade down, a gasp escaped his lips as an arrow was fired, and after several moment, 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 pointer, and realized that the bowman had saved him.

"Quickly,"The archer said as he helped Flynn up from under the laboured corpse."Leave before more brigand come, find the soldiers. Tell 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 kill you !"

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the fight is not over. Our mathematical group may fall today, but the people still go up up against the Prince. I will continue to press 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 wickedness tunnels, making his outflow. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to bequeath, limping through the caves.

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

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving brigand to wheel away to the nearest castle for tribulation, but they stopped when they saw him and several soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

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

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

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

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner 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 abide by, the horse brought Flynn through the gang of soldiers and to a pram that was stopped nearby.

"ejaculate, postponement here Flynn. We will bring you to the skinny palace for you to recoup, and for me to indite my report on our successful violation here."

Motioning for him to embark the carriage, the police wagon room access opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy disconsolate hair and green eyes.

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

The iniquity haired boy, Chester Alan Arthur, shot him a friendly grin and waved him in.

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

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

"fountainhead Flynn, I hope you don't mind talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucketful and handed it to Flynn."Because the near castle is a whole day away, and I haven't talked with someone else my age for weeks."

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