Flynn walked along the cobble road, swiping the dirty blond hair from his eye as he managed to barely keep up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armoured man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a project bandit tone-beginning in the next village when he had roused Flynn from his slumber, 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 originally than most boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's pick in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small-scale to be able-bodied to serve him in his knightly obligation effectively. It was true, with his small flesh, Flynn was pocket-sized than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on book binding home. His workforce were still fluid and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual of arms labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the liveliness 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 come at the next village shortly. We don't want to be too late."

Bandit attacks had been becoming more common lately. This came in the immediate aftermath of the Billie Jean Moffitt King declaring that revenue enhancement would be raised threefold to pay for the losses the realm took during the last war. The common citizenry did not take too well to this news and began protesting, but the King sent his knight across the land to put down these insurrection. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the King's knights.

The boy could not say he did not empathize with the bandits, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their conflict, and he had been one of the favourable few uncouth boys to be promised a improve life by being taken as a squire by a Lord knight.

Of course, there was some resentment amongst the multitude of his village when the newsworthiness came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the the great unwashed of the region, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knights and the King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer him every motivator they could to stay. The hope of castles and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his settlement to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the sweat from his pale frontal bone, the boy continued to try to keep up with Sir Egan. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high gear, shining in his eyes. ineffectual to see properly, Flynn squinted at the trees 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 level. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of pointer, but Sir Egan was struck by the rest of them, four pointer now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to continue on his foundation as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed imitation news of a planned onset to reach Sir Egan's capitulum, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still frozen with fear, Flynn remained on the dry land, eyes wide as he watched the six bandit circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his dresser. Sir Egan managed to avoid the next arrow fired by the side by side bandit, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the bandit that moved to engage him. The bandits that were armed with bows continued to pepper Sir Egan with pointer, however, and even his thick armour could not withstand that many arrows at such a last grasp. Sir Egan collapsed to his articulatio genus as he drove his sword in a tertiary bandit, ineffective to stay fighting anymore. The remaining brigand did not accept any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to watch out as the bandits remained in their circular formation around Sir Egan's kneeling figure, shooting arrow into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrows, at to the lowest degree three dozen of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud horse slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips shiver as one bandit, the leader, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

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

"What is this, your fifth ?"Another, a immense man asked.

"Eighth."The bandit leader corrected.

"Wow, you sure are making a epithet 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 arrow in his trunk. 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 public figure boy."The man asked, his centre cold and iniquity.

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

"Answer the boss when he's speaking to you boy !"The large brigand yelled, raising his gravid iron 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 cringe away from the men, only to be kicked in the breadbasket for his efforts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The leader scoffed at his two fellow traveller'snickering."Can you two shut up and focalize. A gallant 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 racy Lord with band of gold ! Tell me boy, do you accept blood brother ? If he's an only son, we can double the ransom !"

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

The bandit grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking common person ? You liar !"

"No, no please hear !"Flynn raised his hands to protect himself as the large bandit seemed as if he were about to walk out the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his gallant finis week, I was the merely boy from my village taken as a gallant this yr, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The large bandit continued his threats and shrieking, but the brigand leader raised his hired hand to shut up him. Leaning in last, his oculus sober, the brigand leader began to speak softly.

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

He paused, taking a slack, deep hint, 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 storey during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The brigand loss leader continued."Why would a common person go forth his people, village, kinsfolk, and friend, to help a knight travel around and kill people who are just like him ?"

Flynn's backtalk opened and closed, at a departure for words.

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

centre 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 handwriting grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to turn tail."You left your own masses to fight for the king ? Traitor ! 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 hand backward and releasing Flynn.

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his infantry and began to limp away in the confusion."A screw dagger !"

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

His read/write head plangency, Flynn was unable to contend back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his stomach, 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 modest torso. Flynn felt the hands tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare chest was exposed to the cold ground. The boy was ineffectual to do anything, however, as the large bandit tore his trouser open, leaving the young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will learn you."

Flynn now began to try and agitate back as he felt the large work force grope at his smooth, wan hind end roughly, squirming and pleading for mercifulness. His supplication fell on deaf auricle, however, as he felt a throbbing rod swoop between his cigaret cheeks. Flynn panicked.

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

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

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

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

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

But his belly laugh were for zero, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, tremendous cock straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear smashing screaming as he felt the strange sensation of a alien object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt open, and Flynn could palpate a wetness begin to dribble down his legs as rake came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to unsettle the brigand, as he began to pump in and out of the Loretta Young boy, and Flynn began writhing in pain as he felt the unusual object push in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as annoyance shot through his low consistence, unable to crusade back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in front of him, another large, veiny cock coming into view.

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

He grabbed Flynn's headway with both work force and forced his cock through Flynn's rim and into his mouth, grunting with pleasure as his tool hit the backrest of the boy's pharynx.

Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to fight back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the cock, but the bandit loss leader held his case there, and the young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit leader thrusted into his face and the huge brigand 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 feel his body weakening, his arms growing wakeless as he began to suffer consciousness. And as his center glazed over, the concluding thing Flynn felt was the plosion of cum in the vertebral column of his throat and in his ass.

lease go of the boy's face, the bandit drawing card let him buckle to the level. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit drawing card nudged the small body with his invertebrate foot as the large brigand pulled his turncock 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 leader said as he eyed the bowman.

"Then we should make him dead."The beastly man said dumbly, and the bandit drawing card rolled his middle.

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

Obliging, the big brigand hoisted the naked and bloody dead body up on his shoulder, and the three bandits took their leave.

•

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

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinguishable smell of inebriant in the air. Where was he ? computer memory suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit attack on the road. He remembered the affair those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with most of his sexual training coming from the gossip of his friends back in the small town. They often boasted about their effort 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 cleaning lady, though the thought always seemed extraneous to him. Until now at least.

As these computer storage 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 lair.

Opening his middle, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decrypt room, and there was a unmarried wooden threshold 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 opine of a way out. His knight, Sir Egan, has been slain by the bandit, his body left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when intelligence of Sir Egan's murder reached the lords and gentlewoman of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the but way that Flynn would have any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't fuss looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly gallant wasn't worth the effort ? After all, bandits pillaged the state and the king would likely not be able-bodied to spare more men to count for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

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

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the background, his breather vibration as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was blood. Flynn's asshole had been torn open, and by trying to stomach up, the boy must ingest caused it to set about bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own line of descent and dirt, the doorway to his electric cell suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the lying in wait, and immediately the boy began to second himself into the wall, afraid that the brigand would injure him. But the bandit only laughed as he saw Flynn's response, and stepped forward.

"I came to ensure 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 lots, but here's something to fill up your stomach with."

A bowl of water and food for thought were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn realize how thirsty he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

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

•

twenty-four hour period had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more last Night, and another metre this morning. former than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt hard enough to walk.

Pacing the flyspeck cellphone slowly, Flynn tried to search for a way out of this prison house. While he may own 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 strait of rambunctious laughter could be heard as the step of bid men approached the cell.

Flynn barely managed to send away back down to the floor, curling up into a ball to cover his nudeness, as four bandit burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the biggest one still being the man that hurt him on the road.

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

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

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

One of the men grabbed his ankle, and another his early ankle joint, and they began to attract him to the center of the way. Flynn struggled, kicking at the brigand as they dragged him, making it unmanageable for them to take him.

The bandit finally had enough and tried to carry him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to go up him, causing him to doss down back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too slow, as the man grabbed him by his pharynx and began to pop off him. Clawing at the brigand's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for clemency as he choked, but the bandits began to select off their clothes.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his adhesive friction around Flynn's neck as he brought his face down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell the fetor of alcohol in his hint."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 post, and nodded at the brigand. The man smiled, his yellow teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a tenacious, wet punch on his tranquil brass.

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

retention Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive cock, bigger than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't help 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 lecherousness was too much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck opening when he resisted. Flynn could do naught but allow the man's cock to come in his mouth, offering no resistance as it slid into his back talk.

This turncock was big, prominent than the bandit drawing card's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his tush. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push inch after inch of his hot pecker into his backtalk, even as he began gagging.

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

Flynn's superbia took another blow with those words, but the man wasn't wrong. Flynn didn't want to agitate 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 captive, he might as well accept it until he found a way to escape.

The brigand on top of him allowed his peter to remain inside for several seconds, the tip grinding on the binding 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 of all time anymore, the sheer sizing of the cock in his oral cavity cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for minutes, but he did not fall unconscious like last meter and was forced to quell awake through the entire ordeal.

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

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

Flynn's centre widened as the man said this. He had began speeding up, and Flynn began to flail around once Thomas More as he did, trying to push the man's hip joint to get him off.

The man was too hard, however, and Flynn's pushing did aught to halt the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's throat. After several Sir Thomas More seconds, the man suddenly forced his shaft into the back of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasance. The man's body went set, and Flynn could feel ropes after ropes of the man's thick-skulled ejaculate shoot inside his backtalk. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not swallow the liquid that was bursting into his rima oris. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's second joint tightly, as he felt the Edward D. White liquid leak out the side of his mouth.

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

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a suspension, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his prick out of the boy's mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to catch one's breath. His whole bare body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his rima oris, mixed with saliva.

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

egg laying on the dirty trading floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have got to miss soon, or else he would get together a circumstances sorry than death, 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 give him his day-after-day repast. Sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably inject and kill him if he tried to make an dodging, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even eff how lots clock time had passed since he's been a prisoner. daily men would just come in and strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, other 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 morning by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at least three prison term a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be wrong. Some days they came in less. But at the Lapplander time, there were daytime when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to pace the elbow room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty blow the huge bandit had struck at his human knee had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the belittled 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 puddle sure nothing was broken.

As Flynn paced the base, there was suddenly a forte explosion in the distance, followed by sounds of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hopes to come up as thought process of leaving this wretched mobile phone came to mind.

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

Flynn had expected it to be one of the brigand, making surely Flynn was still in the cell. cipher came through, however, as the boy heard only a suction stop at the door, and the footstep rushing away.

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

The door swung loose slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison house for the first time in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing web of burrow snaked about in battlefront of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his best to avoid the fighting by heading the other way when the auditory sensation of battle grew too loud.

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

The bowman and the huge bandit stood over their champion's soundbox for several mo without saying a Christian Bible, the great man especially visibly angered at the demise. He placed a hand on the drained body's chest and muttered to himself, barely hearable for Flynn to hear.

"Don't worry champion, your death will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the large brigand might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to wrick back and sneak away. However, the boy had made the fault of putting too much weight on his spite leg, and yelped in nuisance as he came crashing to the undercoat noisily.

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

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

Flynn felt mortal place 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 capable to defeat the King's army, but we will still have a triumph today."The big man spat, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's wooden leg slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the bowman remained soundless, standing behind the huge bandit. He did nothing just as he did the last time, and watched as the large man advance his groovy sword and prepare to happen upon down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no evasion from this. He closed his heart and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to contribute his sword down, a gasp escaped his lips as an arrow was fired, and after several seconds, 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 pointer, and realized that the bowman had saved him.

"Quickly,"The archer said as he helped Flynn up from under the enceinte corpse."Leave before more bandits come, find the soldiers. distinguish 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 competitiveness is not over. Our group may return today, but the people still rise up against the Prince. I will continue to fight for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to continue himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the night tunnel, making his escape. Flynn wasted no meter 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 warmth trace on his expression, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to report his little body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandits to roll away to the approximate castle for tryout, but they stopped when they saw him and several soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

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

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No indigence for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged several soldiers to bring his bearing 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 keep an eye on, the knight brought Flynn through the gang of soldiers and to a equipage that was stopped nearby.

"seminal fluid, wait here Flynn. We will bring you to the nearest castling for you to recuperate, and for me to write my report on our successful assault here."

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

"President Arthur will establish you a towel to clean yourself up with and a variety of clothes."

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

"Come, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the equipage beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's squire, But you can just call me Arty. What's your gens ?"

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

"Well 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 nearest castle is a whole day away, and I haven't talked with person else my age for weeks."

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