Mindo's Despair

As Mindo began to look around the office, he realized his entire time of being had truly come to an end. He could no longer go further hunting dragons and, despite his true hatred for dragons, he knew that his time of hunting dragons and truly come to an end. As he looked at the papers beneath him, his tears began to fall as he realized the last of his truly trusted ones, Hide of The Beast, was dead—killed by a dragon. Once more another person was taken from him.
He swore to himself he would no longer be responsible for another’s death. With that in mind, he tendered his resignation and, with a heavy heart, collected his belongings and left the Dragon Hunter’s Guild for good.
He sighed as he passed a room and stepped inside. This room belonged to the one who died. His own failures allowed for this person to die. Because he was weak, she died. Because of him, another of his family was dead. No they weren’t related by blood, but by deed and by belief. His daughter was dead. Another of his children was dead.
He had trained her, like he had many before her, but he truly believed she could take over for him and had been training her, molding her, to take over. He looked at his hands, more blood then should have been shed on them.
It was from here that Mindo left and, causing an opening in a plant, he disappeared through the path he created. From there, he travelled until finally coming to the end of his long road: The Temple of Hate, where he could stew in his favorite state of being; hatred.