Being a runway had some serious disadvantages, but one of the greatest, in Isabella's mind at least, was that all of her stuff came from thrift shops and other secondhand stores. She didn't completely hate browsing the vast amounts of trash turned treasure, just wearing the clothes someone else has worn before. On this particular trip she decided to go look at some of the artwork she knew good and well she could never afford. One painting in particular caught her eye, because it was glittering and of a castle. What runaway wouldn't be intrigued by a castle? As she got closer to the picture she began to make out some faded words. The message said "Welcome to The Painting of Caldwell’s Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts Academy."<br/>Isabella read the words aloud and reread them making sure she wasn't insane for seeing them. Isabella outreached her hand and touched the castle oh so beautifully depicted in the painting. Then all of the sudden she felt herself being pulled inside. Maybe she was crazy. Bella began tumbling through the air at an increasingly rapid pace until she hit the bottom of whatever hole she just fell down. Isabella gasped in shock at the sight before her. She was inside the painting. The beautiful object she was just admiring she was now a part of.<br/>"Whoa" Isabella said as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. "What have I been smoking?" She reached out her hand and felt of the grass cradling her. "Where am I?"