Squire Flynn’s Adventures
Flynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blonde hair 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 next village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hours. “My water, boy.” Sir Egan said, his voice raspy. Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan’s squire, having started earlier than most boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan’s choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be able to serve him in his knightly duties effectively. …