Twisted Fate

If you love magical dystopian stories that include lost dragon egg and another world (but meddles a bit too much), you'll love this series! 

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"Dara, open the damn door. Now! I know you're inside. For Qesborth, do it now or I'll ram it through!" I shouted, then pounded my fists against the old wooden door, making a hell of a noise.

My friend Dara was pretending that she wasn't inside her apartment, giving me the silent treatment. We’ve known each other since we were little girls, so that bullshit didn't quite work with me.

I waited several long seconds, allowing her to decide if she wanted to spend money on a new door or not.

Then I heard heavy footsteps; it sounded like someone was dragging their feet across the floor. Her dark shadow appeared under the threshold, so I took a few steps back. She began unlocking the masses of hooks, muttering unintelligible words under her breath. She was pissed, but I didn't care anymore. I tapped my foot and saw a few ants scurrying around along with a few spiders that were bigger that I expected.

Moments later, the door finally opened, but only slightly. A pair of deep purple eyes were staring back at me. One of the chains remained in place