First Full Chapter 1 of my story

Hey guys here is Chapter 1(Title is still a work in progress)

                                                     Chapter 1: The Awakening

    Our story begins with our hero in a deep sleep and tranquility unlike anything the living would know with darkness all around him. Suddenly sensations of which he hadn’t felt since the last moments of his life returning to him and just as quickly as it ended, life returned to his body he awoke in a dark field surrounded with the living dead. One of them was speaking to him ‘What is your name?’ asked the undead man. Our hero did his best to answer but what came out of his mouth was maggots and vomit. The undead man then picked up a maggot and ate it and said ‘Can’t answer? Fine off to the pits with you’ but as the undead man gestured to the direction of where he was being sent another undead man interrupted. ‘Weavil! Look at his attire he was a man of great importance’ ‘Arthur he can’t even remember his name he’s worthless’ Weavil responded ‘I doubt that, he’s just in need of my assistance’ as Arthur said this he gestured for two undead to come to our hero they turned him around and got him on his knees. ‘Now what is your name?’ Arthur asked as he brought out his whip our hero could not answer for his mind was in a fog suddenly a new sensation came over him as Arthur’s whip came in contact with his skin ‘What is your name?!’ Arthur asked again our hero shouted as the whip struck him another time ‘This is your last chance-What is your name?!!’ as the whip struck our hero he shouted ‘TOREGON!’.


    Hours pass as Weavil and Arthur discuss what to do with our hero. In that time Toregon was feeling weeds, trees and other things trying to find a link that will connect to his past life then he saw a sword lying on the ground near a sleeping undead his instincts took over he picked it up felt it all over and gripped it like he used to his mind started to flood with memories of what he used a sword for and for who. He walked over to Weavil and Arthur and said ‘My name is Toregon I fought for King Menethil the second and I died for him’ Arthur looked at Weavil and said ‘I have a fresh unit of soldiers going to The Undercity for training you and Toregon will accompany them when you arrive request an audience with Lady Sylvanas’ ‘It will be done’ Weavil stated Arthur and Weavil saluted one another then Arthur went on his way ‘come we have to go’ said Weavil after about an hours walk to The Undercity they reached the front of the ruins of Lordaeron  Toregon fell to his knees and said  with the tone of disbelief ‘This was my home’ ‘This still is your home just a bit different’ responded Weavil then chuckled.
   

    Toregon had found the throne room that had once belonged to his king now deserted he sat on the throne and sulked. Weavil pointed at him and said ‘remain here until my return’ Toregon nodded as his mind drifted on the day he was knighted into the forces of Lordaeron and the Knights of the Silver Hand but one memory in particular caught his interest. It was of a young boy no more than 18 years of age being knighted Toregon reaches his arms to him and braces him and said ‘I’m so proud of you brother’ before he could dwell on it further Weavil entered the room and stated in a diplomatic tone ‘Toregon I introduce you to Queen Sylvanas Windrunner Queen of The Forsaken’. Weavil bowed and motion for Toregon to bow Sylvanas entered and said ‘So you must be the great hero of Lordaeron Toregon it’s an honor’ there was something strange she had a tone of almost a forced feeling of hospitality but their was also a hint of deception. ‘Weavil show our new hero around my city make him feel at home’ she said as she walked away ‘Toregon let’s take a tour of your new home’.