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PROLOGUE It was cold, quiet, and dark. The air in Sydney held a metallic aura to it. The silence was disturbed by the thundering sound of foot steps as a man, standing at 5 foot 5 ran along an empty street only illuminated by the lamp post on the sides of the pathways. The creature chasing him stood at 6ft 7 running at an inhumane speed, the man new he didn't have much time left so he ran into an empty clothing store hoping to escape through a back door, only to find there was none. He turned at the sound of a rack falling over it time to see the creature. He hoped it would be a quick death but he knew it wouldn't be. He, now having gotten a good look at the creature as it slowly stalked towards him, recognised it as a Wagyl a creature from aboriginal dreamtime stories. It was said to be the protector and creator of rivers and lakes. The man in his final moments thought to himself ' why are all the good monsters kil-' his thought was cut off as the Wagyl turnt him into water.
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I'm Arais, an undergraduate at University in The Autumn and I'm a Grey. One night I remained in the University Library late into the night while restoring a map, and as I was tidying up I heard a noise coming from a large golden door, behind which rests the greatest relic of all time. My curiosity got the better of me and as I investigated I was shocked to catch sight of a man from the Golden Race! I couldn't believe my eyes! My world is divided into Four Seasons each supporting a different race. Given the differences between our peoples, no race can survive outside their normal domain for long. The Golden man I saw in the library had stolen the relic. But why? Why is it so important that the man risked his life to take it? I saw the thief, I witnessed the theft, so I'm involved in this. Deeper than you can imagine. Do you want to join me to find out more?

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