The 7

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.