Flynn walked along the cobblestone road, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his eye as he managed to barely save up with the horse, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a aforethought bandit fire in the adjacent settlement when he had roused Flynn from his sopor, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hour.

"My water, boy."Sir Egan said, his articulation raspy.

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the feeding bottle out of his bag and handed it to the horse. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started earlier than most boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with well-nigh saying the boy was still too small to be able-bodied to attend him in his knightly duties effectively. It was admittedly, with his small soma, Flynn was smaller than near boys his age, though he never did get picked on back home plate. His work force were still smooth and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the liveliness of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his start few twenty-four hours as a squire.

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

Bandit attack had been becoming more uncouth lately. This came in the immediate aftermath of the business leader declaring that taxes would be raised treble to pay off for the expiration the kingdom took during the survive war. The common multitude did not take too well to this news and began protesting, but the King sent his knights across the region to put down these uprising. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the Riley B King's horse.

The boy could not say he did not commiserate with the bandit, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their conflict, and he had been one of the favorable few common male child to be promised a better liveliness by being taken as a squire by a noble horse.

Of course, there was some rancour amongst the people 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 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 promise of castles and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his village to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the elbow grease from his pale forehead, the boy continued to try to hold up with Sir Egan. The tree diagram along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high, shining in his eyes. ineffectual to see properly, Flynn squinted at the Tree as he thought he saw drive in the tree, 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 floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of arrow, but Sir Egan was struck by the relaxation of them, four arrow now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to rest on his feet as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a snare, they had allowed assumed news of a planned flack to reach out Sir Egan's ear, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still frozen with awe, Flynn remained on the priming coat, eyes wide as he watched the six bandit roach Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his brand, and a brigand responded by firing another arrow into his chest of drawers. Sir Egan managed to avoid the next arrow fired by the next bandit, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the bandits that moved to engage him. The brigand that were armed with curtain call continued to pepper Sir Egan with pointer, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many arrows at such a close range. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his sword in a third brigand, ineffective to persist in fighting anymore. The remaining brigand did not learn any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the bandits remained in their circular formation around Sir Egan's kneeling human body, shooting arrow into his limp body.

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

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

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

"Eighth."The bandit leader corrected.

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

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

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

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

"What's your name boy."The man asked, his eyes cold and dark.

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

"resolution the chief when he's speechmaking to you boy !"The magnanimous bandit yelled, raising his orotund iron boot and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

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

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his interpreter smooth."That's a commoner's name. well-nigh commoners don't travel around with knights."

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

"occlusion 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 corpse behind the bandits.

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

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

"You're right !"The huge bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some fat nobleman with lot of amber ! Tell me boy, do you bear brothers ? If he's an only son, we can double over the ransom money !"

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

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A nookie commoner ? You liar !"

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

The heavy brigand continued his scourge and screech, but the brigand leader raised his hand to still him. Leaning in ending, his optic good, the brigand drawing card began to address softly.

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

He paused, taking a slow, deep hint, and Flynn's mettle raced as he waited for him to finish public speaking. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the trading floor during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner pull up stakes his people, hamlet, kin, and friends, to help oneself a knight travel around and kill mass who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the the true now, boy."The archer said."Are you a noble nipper, or are you a commoner ?"

middle pounding against his chest of drawers, Flynn's mouth opened as he began to speak.

"I'm a commoner."

Immediately, the big brigand 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 fight for the male monarch ? double-crosser ! 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 brigand blindly. The bandit yelled in surprisal, pulling his hand backward and releasing Flynn.

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his groundwork and began to hitch away in the confusion."A fucking dagger !"

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

His heading ringing, Flynn was unable to fight back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his stomach, his unattackable 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 organic structure. Flynn felt the hands tear the adventitia he wore open, and Flynn began to skin as his bare dresser was exposed to the cold dry land. 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 defend back as he felt the turgid deal grope at his smooth, pallid butt roughly, squirming and pleading for clemency. His pleas fell on deaf ears, however, as he felt a throb rod microscope slide between his fag impertinence. Flynn panicked.

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

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

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

But his screams were for nothing, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous peter straight into the boy's ass golf hole. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the strange hotshot of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt open, and Flynn could feel a wetness Begin to filter down his branch as origin came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to faze the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the new boy, and Flynn began writhing in botheration as he felt the unusual object push in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the dry land, quivering as hurting blastoff through his humble body, unable to fight back. As if matter weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in front line of him, another large, veiny hammer coming into view.

"open air up kid, overnice and wide."The bandit leader said, an evil smiling plastered on his nerve.

He grabbed Flynn's brain with both hired man and forced his cock through Flynn's sass and into his mouth, grunting with delight as his stopcock hit the back of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to continue mostly still, as he was unable to do much to oppose back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the cock, but the bandit drawing card held his case there, and the young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the brigand leader thrusted into his aspect and the Brobdingnagian brigand continued to have a go at it him from behind.

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

The voice of the last bandit, the archer who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's auricle as if from far away. He could sense his trunk weakening, his arms growing heavy as he began to lose consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the finish thing Flynn felt was the detonation of cum in the rear of his pharynx 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 belittled body with his groundwork as the large bandit pulled his stopcock out of the boy's torn hole, wiping the line of descent off.

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

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

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

"No, no, we don't have to stamp out everyone we meet. take hold of his body and carry him along with us, we could use him."

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

•

The universe slowly began to add up back to him, as Flynn first regained his audience, and then the feeling in his manus. He was on the priming, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his centre closed as he tried to regain all of his senses completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the clear-cut smell of intoxicant in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit onrush on the road. He remembered the affair those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with most of his sexual teaching coming from the gossip of his friends back in the village. They often boasted about their exploits with girlfriend, and Flynn even took part in such boast 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 alien to him. Until now at least.

As these memories 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 variety of brigand lair.

Opening his center, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decode room, and there was a exclusive wooden door in the far end of the room. careen jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the bandit den must be in a cavern somewhere.

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

Surely when word of Sir Egan's murder reached the lords and dame of the realm, they would set about searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would have any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't hassle looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly gallant wasn't worth the sweat ? After all, bandit pillaged the country and the Martin Luther King Jr. would likely not be able to spare more men to await for him. Flynn was just a park boy, he was cypher'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 house. Grabbing a rock on the paries of the room, Flynn began to pull in himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shooting pain in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the ground, his breath quiver as he touch the wetness running down his pegleg. It was blood. Flynn's dickhead had been torn unresolved, and by trying to stand up up, the boy must receive caused it to begin bleeding again.

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the ambuscade, and immediately the boy began to back himself into the bulwark, afraid that the bandit would hurt him. But the bandit only laughed as he saw Flynn's chemical reaction, and stepped forward.

"I came to break 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 a good deal, but here's something to fill your tummy with."

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

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

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

•

24-hour interval had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more final stage night, and another time this daybreak. former than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt impregnable enough to walk.

Pacing the tiny cell slowly, Flynn tried to expect for a way out of this prison house. While he may have got been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to remain a captive for too longsighted. Besides, Flynn didn't really know what the brigand 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 flooring, curling up into a ball to hide his nakedness, as four bandits 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 bandit laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a box of the way, 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 eyes 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 early ankle, and they began to deplume him to the center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandit as they dragged him, making it difficult 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 lift him, causing him to go down back down to the ground.

"The beef 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 choke him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandits began to guide off their clothes.

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

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his office, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his yellow dentition showing, and came down and gave Flynn a prospicient, wet poke on his smooth cheeks.

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

Holding Flynn down by his pharynx, the man revealed his massive cock, bigger than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't assistant 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 much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his travelling bag on the boy's neck opening when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but leave the man's turncock to go into his mouth, offering no resistance as it slid into his lip.

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

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

Flynn's pride took another blow with those words, but the man wasn't untimely. Flynn didn't want to fight back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to turn back these men from doing as they pleased to him ? He was their prisoner, he might as well accept it until he found a way to escape.

The bandit on top of him allowed his shaft to remain inside for several seconds, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's pharynx, and then he began to propel it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his first base clock time anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his back talk 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 mind like terminal prison term 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 cock, eyes fixed on their friend fucking his face.

"Oh shit, 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 lam around once more as he did, trying to push the man's articulatio coxae to get him off.

The man was too impregnable, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to stop the bandit from thrusting his hammer down the boy's throat. After respective more irregular, 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 body went stiff, and Flynn could experience ropes after Mexican valium of the man's fatheaded ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his prick firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not swallow the liquidness that was bursting into his oral cavity. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's second joint tightly, as he felt the egg white liquidness leak out the side of his rima oris.

At the Same time, the former men all around him began to shout also, and they all released their load at the same fourth dimension, 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 side as he struggled to breathe. His solid nude body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouthpiece, mixed with saliva.

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

laying on the dirty floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have to get off soon, or else he would meet a fate worse 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 daily repast. for sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to urinate an escape, but that was still honorable than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even experience how a lot metre had passed since he's been a prisoner. quotidian men would just come in and strip show, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, early times there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, other sentence they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

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

Getting up to his animal foot, Flynn began to footstep the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty blow the huge bandit had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the brigand forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the diminished 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 contain his leg to cook sure enough nothing was broken.

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

The phone of footsteps brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be smart if he wanted to run away. Laying on the floor, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footstep approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandits, making sure Flynn was still in the cell. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the door, and the footsteps rushing away.

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

The doorway 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 network of tunnel snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, trying his full to forefend the fighting by heading the other way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked gasp, as he saw a associate grimace. Ducking behind a gravid stone, Flynn watched as the immense bandit and the archer from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a organic structure of a slain bandit. The boy's eyes widened as he realized that it was the bandit drawing card, killed in battle with the Martin Luther King Jr.'s soldiers.

The archer and the vast bandit stood over their friend's body for several seconds without saying a countersign, the large man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a bridge player on the abruptly body's chest and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't worry booster, 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 cabbage away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too much weightiness on his offend leg, and yelped in painfulness as he came crashing to the background noisily.

Immediately, the bandits began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the tush of the big bandit's blade slam into the backrest of his head. All he could see was superstar as he was turned over to his spinal column, 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 someone place a charge on his leg, and as he began to yell for the man to blockade, the the boot began pressing down slowly.

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

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

Flynn watched as the archer remained silent, standing behind the vast bandit. He did zip just as he did the last time, and watched as the large man prove his great sword and prepare to strike down at Flynn. Even though his judgment still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escape from this. He closed his heart and awaited his fate.

But just as the brigand was about to contribute his sword down, a gasp escaped his mouth as an pointer 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 bowman to see him putting away his bow and arrow, and realized that the bowman had saved him.

"Quickly,"The archer said as he helped Flynn up from under the heavy corpse."Leave before to a greater extent bandits come, find the soldiers. state them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be dependable 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 radical may fall today, but the hoi polloi still rear up against the Prince. I will stay on to fight for our exemption, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to cover himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnel, making his escape. Flynn wasted no metre either in turning to forget, limping through the caves.

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

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandits to roll away to the closest castle for run, 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 knight, pushed through the crowd to see what was happening.

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

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

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner of the brigand 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 knight said."We've been looking for you. But we didn't expect you here of all places."

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

"Come, wait here Flynn. We will bring in you to the nigh castle for you to recuperate, and for me to write my report on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to introduce the carriage, the wagon doors opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with mussy dismal hair and honey oil eyes.

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

The dark haired boy, Arthur, shot him a well-disposed grinning and waved him in.

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

"Flynn."He replied, pulling the cloak tighter around him, suddenly conscious of his nakedness 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 bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest castle is a whole day away, and I haven't talked with individual else my age for weeks."

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