A roar interrupted Eragon's usual meditation as the newest human rider soared overhead on his dragon, Esmeralda, as Eragon rose from his cross-legged position he sighed, he thought that he might have finally gotten some peace as he had been receiving new riders every month. Most of them were elves, but there were a handful of Humans, Urgals, and Dwarfs. As he stood up he thought that he might as well go spar with Nala.
As Eragon was sparring with Nala his 2 newest Human students, Aeden and Ashley, came to watch. Eragon and Nala were a fairly even match as they both had around the same amount of experience as Nala was only 24, which was extremely young for her race. As Eragon and Nala went back and forth he realized that his students were studying his technique and stopped the match to tutor them. "You do realize that even I myself am not perfect? Eragon asked Aeden and Ashley. They nodded as he spoke.
"Then do no only study my technique, but those of your adversaries and friends, they will make you a better swordsman overall"
"Yes Ebrithil"
"Good, now study not only my technique, but also Nala's"
As Eragon walked into his room a wave of depression swamped over him as he imagined her. The feeling was so strong it made him kneel over in pain, gasping.
"Little One! Are you hurt!?"
"No Saphira, I am fine"
"How are you fine when this happens to you!?"
"Saphira.."
"We must go back, other wise this will only get worse"
"Possibly, but as soon as we leave this will only start again!"
"Then we can go back more frequently, you do have other teachers that may take over for you"
"Perhaps we can leave in the near future, but only for a year at most"
"Perhaps then, you will recover Little One"