She Was Brave (2nd part)

The moon was a strange blue tonight. Devyn had been restless this night and wandered the land with supernatural speed. Something was pulling him, compelling him. Centuries had gone by and he had never felt such a compulsion. Not until a few weeks ago and it was every night since then. It was a loneliness that closely matched his own. A deep empty void. He had to find what was filling the night with such pain.
Devyn had been in search of prey when he felt the call tonight. The nights had become as one long endless night. Every century that went by the world made more changes, but with everything new it had all been done before. Not the technologies of course, but people were people and very little about the species had changed. After all, he had been human once. He had a wife and child once. He had loved and felt things once. That was why he now found himself searching for something he couldn’t put into words. Feelings so deep he couldn’t ignore them. And he was getting closer with every night.
After his kind lived for more than a century or two they began to grow bitter and power hungry. He was not any better and he was very old. Devyn had fought many nights with others of his race for the supremacy of their pecking order. He had only found small joys in winning. This was not the life he had ever wanted and had searched up until the last hundred years for a meaning to his life, for someone to love and some one to love him. These last ten years or so his hope had completely left him and he turned to ruling the dark kingdom. And was very close to his goal, only the wizards were yet to bow to his authority.
The night was nearly gone and he would have to find hotel accommodations. The pull was very strong now and he was going to need his strength if he was to end his search tomorrow. And Devyn was determined to find what he was searching for before the next dawn. His powers were not as strong during the day and he couldn’t afford to fall into one of the wizards traps.
He came thundering down from the sky without a sound and landed in front of an old inn. Rest was something he needed badly and he didn’t have the comfort of his home land’s soil to rest above. This would have to do. At least he had fed well this night and would not be so drained by the sun that he would not be able to hear the strange call should it come again.
The old man at the desk had been quite indifferent as to Devyn’s specific needs. He gave Devyn a room in which the morning sun wouldn’t seep into the room. No doubt the old man thought that it was simply that he would sleep better in a dark room. No matter, the sun wouldn’t deplete him of his strength while he rested and maybe he wouldn’t have to feed upon this rising so he could continue his search. Devyn knew he was getting closer. But to what? It didn’t feel like a trap, but then again it didn’t feel like anything he’d ever felt before. Anything different was worth exploring, especially now.