“Why do we have this?” asked a young man, Marcus. He was early 20s, with a short buzz cut and a well built frame, his Mexican heritage clear as day to anyone who either looked at him or heard him speak. He was known as a jokester to the point of driving some people crazy.
“Someone donated it to the club.” answered another man, Luke as both of them looked at the painting of a centaur running across the open field. He was about the same age as Marcus but with pale skin which seemed ready to burn at a notice moment. His deep red hair and multiple freckles gave testament to his Irish blood. “This is a university, sometimes the rich donate enough money for whole new buildings, sometimes just some art to hang on the wall.”
“It’s a tax ride off, that is what I see.” Answered a women looked over some paperwork in the “office” of the universities Equestrian team. She was a beautiful woman, with long blondish brown hair and seamed the idealized image of a horse girl. She had been on the frontpage of the Equestrian web site.
“Always the ray of sunlight isn’t you Lucy.” laughed Marcus, Lucy glared at him, showing her no nonsense side.
“Are you all going to come out and help us?” inquired a new voice as the door to the office opened as a shorter woman, with black hair tied back in a bun stuck her head in. Her dirty clothes and overalls screamed farm girl and that is what she was. “We have a two dozen horses to feed and to clean the stable and I have a final to study for tonight, so I want to get out of here ASAP.”
“Coming Amanda.” confirmed Lucy as she stood up and followed the team’s captain out the door to go back to feeding the horses with the rest of the team. Marcus and Luke followed suit, putting on leather work gloves as they went leaving the door to the office open.
Little did they know that was a huge mistake for it was only a matter of time before the piece of artwork they had all been looking at began to pull everyone nearby into a different world and leaving the door to the office open was opening a door for the painting to pull them, anyone else and maybe even the horses in the barn through.