Tilting her paint brush she added one final touch to her painting.
A smile came across her lips as the painting reminded her of home.
Finding the painting perfect Portia signed her name into the corner.
As soon as she dotted the I the painting rippled as if a breeze blew past it just like at home. “Wow,” she whispered as a cloud moved across the baby blue sky of the painting.
“I knew you could do it,” growled a deep voice behind her.
Startled she turned and saw Rubyio, her master, wearing a very nasty grin. He had been watching her for a while.
The memory came to her every time she painted another portal, that was three years ago. At the time she was going to be sold to a man who lived in her old town. Now as she painted the waves upon the shore of Seward Portia knew she would never be able to go home again.