The One True Hero

CHAPTER 2

I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE HAVE TWO CHAPTERS PLEASE DON'T HURT ME

Stampy's POV (again, I know)
Stampy woke suddenly when a bucket of water was thrown over his face.
"You're lucky it wasn't lava." Hit the Target sneered, before moving away from Stampy. That annoyed him. Really annoyed him. Hit the Target had kidnapped him, yet again, and he couldn't even be bothered to talk to him?

"Hey!" Stampy yelled, staggering to his feet "Why don't you want to talk to me?"

Not his best line, he realised, but his head was pounding and he was finding it hard to stay upright. He felt drunk. Hey, maybe he was drunk, maybe this was all a hallucination!

"Well, don't you want me to wake your friends?" replies Htt sarcastically, and Stampy realised he was heading towards Lee's unconscious form.

Stampy looked around him for the first time. He, what looked liked Lee, Amy, Sqaishey (his heart did a little skip when he saw her, he had to admit) and Squid were precariously on top of a stone pressure plate each, with a wood plank block then a fence post underneath, with several of these in a circle. It almost looked similar to a survival games arena.

He was gazing searchingly at the surrounding forest when Htt came back to stand in front of him. Stampy steadied himself, enjoying fleetingly the childish pleasure of looming above Target.

"So" drawled Target "Now that you're all awake."
He turned away from Stampy, and whistled. A witch appeared over the horizon, flying on a broomstick. As she neared Stampy quickly realised that she'd taken a speed potion; no normal mob could move that quickly.

She handed Target what looked like an oversized megaphone, then disappeared just as quickly. Target frowned at it, pressed a button, then held it to his mouth. Stampy wanted to laugh and the bizarreness of it all; it really was a megaphone.

"Those who this pathetic cat calls his friends" shouted Hit the Target, his voice magnified until it echoed around Stampy's brain "I have brought you here today, to, would you believe it, help you."

He broke off as Stampy's recognised Squid's faint tones from the other side of the ring. Squid's words were snatched away by the wind, but Stampy found a sense of relief wash over him, strange, given the circumstances.

Target seemed to have heard, however, and he chuckled cruelly, before continuing.
"I know, strange as it may seem, I want to give you what you want. By giving him what he wants." Hit the Target turned suddenly to Stampy, who had to resist the urge to cower backwards. "You see, I know what he wants more than anything. He" and Target stopped, as if determined to drag out the suspense like some kind of tv show "wants to be the hero of my lovely world. As do I, obviously. The only way to become the hero is by earning it. You," he gestured flamboyantly at Stampy "by beating The Trials. And me, after they have inevitably killed you, by allowing myself that weakness in the first place."

"What happens if I beat your 'Trials'?" asked Stampy, his voice surprisingly firm.
"Then, you become the one true hero and gain unthinkable powers. Regretebally, you'll then be able to kill me, and escape." Target inclined his head nowhere in particular and sniffed "Such risks have to be taken."
"Why should we trust you?" Sqaishey yelled.
"Dear, I don't make the rules. If you win, Stampy wins, whether I like it or not."

Stampy thought for a few seconds, and then unthinkably, made his decision. What use was it in pondering it over, trying to decide the best option. There was only one way. There had only ever been one way.

"How do I beat your Trials?"