Chapter 188

DOMERIC BOLTON POV

He flew through the vast expanse of land filled with forest and snow. He went as far West as he could go but found nothing.

That was not out of the ordinary.

Bloodraven had told him that the White Walkers were in this general direction.

The last time Bloodraven tried to send his birds too close to the White Walkers to search for them, he got a head ache that lasted for days.

He could tell that Bloodraven must have suffered a rather powerful backlash because the old man was far more stronger in the mental department than him or even Dumbledore.

He supposed that being a Greenseer had it's perks, even if the gift ultimately failed to give even a decent life to the Targaryen.

He came back from the West. It didn't took him long to do that as he had not gone very far in the first place.

The more time passed, the more the magic in the True North was acted against him. And the more it supported the White Walkers.

Maybe it was just because the decade long summer was finally at a decent. Or maybe it was something done by the White Walkers living in the True North that allowed them to corrode the magic to their own liking.

Whatever the reason, he couldn't look as far as he once did with the Valyrian Glass Candle. Something that frustrated him to no end.

Once coming back, he centered himself, took a few deep breaths and went inside the Candle once again.

He flew slightly in the South-West direction this time. The session lasted 5 minutes as he flew around the world in his ethereal body and then returned empty handed, having found nothing of interest aside from the scattered tribe of Weeper that he had done with the express purpose of foraging for food.

Food was a very rare commodity in the True North. He was sure that Weeper would not have wanted to scatter his army but without their food stock, he had to resort to this so that his people won't starve and rebel against him.

This posed the problem of him needing to be careful as they direction he and his group had been going in led them through the scattered tribe of Weeper. A very dangerous thing if all of them didn't have their magical armor.

With a gasp he came out of the Valyrian Glass Candle and took a few deep breaths and clutched his head in slight pain as the effects of magical exhaustion hit him at once.

A pair of warm hands wrapped around him and even he let out a soft smile even as he grimaced in pain.

"You overdid it again. You have a death wish or something?" Ygritte asked even as she laid his head down on her thighs and started massaging his head.