This is the second chapter of The Wrath of Herobrine! Remember to please post reviews and advice if you have any.

Also, thank you sister, Fullmoonflygon, creator of TMD, for giving me the inspiration and motivation to make this story!

Thank you for reading, and enjoy The Wrath of Herobrine!

Pignitus

Chapter 2: Sam's Awakening

I woke up in a very blocky hill. There were no trees, no animals, and no water on it. I stood up, but crashed back onto the ground.

''What is going on?'' I thought to myself.

I stood up, trying to keep my balance. When I finally stood up, my head throbbed. 'Ow,'' I thought to myself.

I looked over the valley. I saw trees spread across the dry, flat plain. Pigs, cows and wild chickens roamed the valley. A big forest loomed over the west, with its tall trees looming over some animals. Springs were in the forest. Then I saw something.

''Wait, what is that?'' I thought.

It was a wooden building.

I ran towards it.

When I finally got to the place, it was a large village. There were small, crammed houses spread over. Farms were placed over the village, with farmers hoeing there new farmland. Librarys were looming over me. Blacksmiths hammered their ores onto anvils. Villagers were talking, dancing, drinking, having a great time. When I put my foot onto the gravel, everyone froze. They all stared at me. I swear the noise of my foot onto the gravel echoed throughout the village.

''He's here!'' Someone shouted. ''The great hero is here!''

Everyone roared with exitment. All of a sudden, everyone crowded towards me.

''We have been waiting for you!'' An old lady shouted.

''Are you actually the hero?''

''How did you get here?''

''How are you able to defeat him?''

There were too many questions to answer. Everyone was pushing to see me. A little kid gave me a piece of paper to get my autograph.

''Now, now! Settle down! Out of the way!'' An old voice yelled.

Everyone scattered out of the way for the man. He had a white robe with purple highlights. He had a dark tan, with shaggy brown hair.

''Who-who are you?'' I stammered.

''Oh, where are my manners?'' This old guy said. ''My name is Gillian Zwyzersky. I am the village mayor! Now, what is your name, son?

''M-my name is Sam Lark.''

Everyone muttered in suprise.

''Um, Gillian, where am I?''

''Well son, you are in the world of Minecraft!''

''Wh- how?''

''Okay son, tell me, how did you get here?''

I thought for a while. ''I-,'' I stammered. ''I can't remember.''

''I see... Here, come walk with me for a while.''

I followed him through the gravel pathway.

''So, you have no idea how you got here?''

''Yeah.''

''We need your help," Gillan said. ''Our village is in trouble.''

''What's happening?'' I asked.

''Well, our village is always being attacked by a lot of monsters. Our numbers are decreasing rapidly. We are really in need for reinforcements.'' Gillan explaned. ''And I need to ask you a favor.''

''And what is that?''

''Would you like to join us?''

I thought about that for a while. I don't have a home, and I don't think I can survive on my own. I can't build a house, I can't find a home to stay in. I can't find water. I'm going to go with it.

''Sure.''

''Excellent!'' Gillian said with joy. ''You can live in my house! Follow me!''

He walked in front of me, prancing and dancing as he walked with delight. I've never seen someone this happy before. He marched me over to a tall, cobblestone building.

''This is my house.'' Gillian said.

''This is a very nice house!'' I said with astonishment.

''Let's walk inside.''

He opened the door. Inside was a kitchen area. It had a furnace, a counter, some knives, some strainers, and many other tools that I didn't recognise.

Across the kitchen was a giant bookshelf, with some comfy chairs and a roaring fireplace. It was a nice home.

''I'm home!'' yelled Gillian.

A teenage girl ran down the steps. She was very pretty. She had long, black hair that ran down her shoulders, and her green eyes seemed to sparkle at me. She was tall and thin. Her joyful grin spread spread acros her face.

''Who is this guy?'' The teenager said with a soothing voice.

''His name is Sam Lark,'' Gillian said. ''Sam, this is Erika.''

'' 'Sup?'' I said.

''Um... Hello.'' She said in a shy, soothing voice.

I noticed that the room was getting darker.

''Son, you better go to bed. It's almost night.'' Gillian said. ''You have a big day tommorow.''

''Um.. excuse me, Erika. Where's the bedroom?''

''Oh, you climb the ladder, then you take a left, and you will see a bed with a torch next to it, that's your bedroom.'' Erika explaned.

''Thanks,'' I replied.

''No problem.''

So I went into my bedroom, stripped into my underwear, and got into my bed. I put out my torch, and went to sleep.

Gillian was right, I do have a big day tommorow.