Prologue

PROLOGUE

No one was ready when our world ended.

The year had been so bad that everyone had started making jokes about it to stop themselves from going insane.

In the first six months, the world had seen massive fires that chewed through billions of acres in the Southern Hemisphere, where the Northern had freak snowstorms that had iced Europe over. There had been hurricanes, monsoon flooding, and landslides in Asia.

Volcanos were rumbling, and we figured it was only a matter of time before they exploded and blackened the sky with ash once more. We thought it was global warming.

And magic? We didn't even believe it was real. We couldn't have known that the freak nature events were magic rushing back into our world.

England was one of the few countries that had yet to suffer a disaster. The rest of the world made jokes that our weather usually sucked enough to be classed as a natural disaster.

We didn't stop to think it was because something worse was coming for us.

We should have known that those events were warnings, precursors to the oncoming scourge.

We thought the worst thing was whatever freak climate event was happening. It wasn't. The worst thing was finding out how much mankind deserved it.

We should've put as much effort into preparing ourselves as we did into joking. Not that you could have been ready for England's calamity when it did arrive.

No one could have been ready…not for him.