Beginning of Young Adult Fantasy Novel

Prologue:

The Wind arose in the peaks of faraway mountains, mountains yet to be seen by man. Its thrust blew the wind through the glacial peaks of its origin, sending it in the direction of the sea. Harsh wind it was, and it brought with it ice as sharp as steel. Castings the ice out into the blue-gray sea, the Wind continued on its journey. The Wind swept out over the ocean, its gaze taking in the rough waters crashing against each other in all directions. Sea life was tossed through the air at the mercy of the sea.

Abandoning its glare, the Wind pushed over a rocky cliff, a direct vision of death along the ever-deteriorating shoreline. The Wind spared not even a casual glance. Its journey was not yet finished, and it knew better than to stall and disobey its master’s orders. It trekked on, scaling a small mountain range—a distant cousin of its home—before flying over a barren desert.

A small gathering of birds attempted to rest within the Wind’s strength and glide over the wasteland. The Wind would have none of that. Increasing its velocity, the wind pushed the creatures beyond their limits, and then paused to admire their quick descents to the earth—to their deaths.

Armageddon

The apocalypse began pretty much you’d expect it would. Earthquakes shook the earth, ripping apart cities and causing tsunamis that rampaged the shore. Flaming asteroids pelted the ground, starting forest fires that raged across the countryside. Buildings crumbled over the turbulent earth and crashed onto homes causing a domino effect that seemed mildly ironic.

God watched the destruction from above, a small a part of him tinged with regret. He felt responsible for their demise. He didn’t regret the apocalypse; that had always been planned. He was more frustrated that his creations were so futile. When he’d created man all that time ago, he’d thought they’d be more evolved by this point. He hadn’t expected such compassion from these beings. His other creations had been much more motivated. God had created natural selection to remove the weak from existence, allowing only those who were strongest to survive. In each and every one of his other creations, the beings had not just ignored the weak, they had often killed them, and because of this evolution and adaptation had occurred rapidly.

Here on Earth, his humans had cared for their elderly, their sick, their crippled, and their mentally weak. This care had hindered their evolution; humans were less than half as developed as God’s other creations.

God sighed, wondering what this meant. Of course, he knew what it meant, but that doesn’t mean that you get to find out.