Drabble: The Tree Stump
My response to the prompt ‘stump‘.
~The Tree Stump~
It was mid afternoon when he finally rose from his desk to take a break. He followed the well worn path to the backyard, where a tree stump sat at a corner. He settled on the ground, back against the stump, and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he was an apprentice mage half his original age, resting against the same but different tree stump in his teacher’s courtyard.
Ever since he stumbled across the tree stump six years ago, he had led a life of one soul in two bodies. While he was here in this world, time stopped for his other self back home, ready to resume when he touched the stump to return. The same thing happened in this world when he returned to the non-magical world.
Not even his teacher in the second world, an archmage well versed in many branches of magic, had heard of such a phenomena. In exchange for being a specimen for her investigation, she took him under her wing as a student.
That was ten years ago. His teacher had figured out the mystery within the first year, but she continued to teach, so he continued to learn. The work was much harder than what he was used to in the other world, but the rewards were so much better.
“Welcome back,” his teacher said.
“It’s good to be back.”