Polar of the Icewings and the Seawings.

== Polar is the son of Queen Glacier's brother and will be the future king of the SeaWings. (Includes story The Lost Dragonet.) ==
===Current: King of the SeaWings===
Past: Ice Kingdom
Status: Alive
Children: Beluga (in honor of Mako's lost son) and Puffin
Personality: It is often misconsepted that he is stupid and immature, when his mind works a lot like Quibly's. He is often child like and humorous as to get people to like him better but is highly intelligent and can surprise any dragon with how serious he is. 
Polar was a 1- year- old IceWing in the Ice Kingdom, when one day he and his friend, Avalanche, overheard their parents talking about an arranged marriage between the two of them. So to escape the marriage they tried to leave but Avalanche was caught and brought back, while Polar was able to escape. He found himself in the Sea of a Thousand Scales and was starting to starve. As he was flying out to find a place to rest and eat he blacked out and started falling. (This is a work in progress, if you have an idea or two you can put them in the comments.) 
== Wings of Fire: Side Story #1 "The Lost Dragonet" Chapter 1 ==
"Polar opened his eyes and felt stinging air hit his face. The wind rippled through his scales. As his eyes opened the wind hit them too, and everything was spinning. No, he was spinning. He was falling, and he couldn't control his flight. The tree's beneath him were drawing closer. His instincts kicked and he froze the leaves below him. He watched as the green turned white and decayed. Oh great, I'm going to kill myself faster. He screamed as he curled into a ball and hit the leaves. Shards of frozen leaf hit his scales. But instead of the sudden stop he expected, he continued falling. He opened his eyes, and saw a huge open palace with pearl encrusted walkways and pools of water. Arches made of rocks and jewels towered above dark blue shapes moving on the paths. Not shapes...dragons. Seawings. Hundreds of seawings. All looking at him. And just as quickly as Polar hit the leaves he hit a pool of water. He felt his breath leave him and the water instantly became colder. He flailed, trying to grab his breath back. Unable to breathe, the water surrounded him and he fell into black. 
He could hear and feel something. Water pouring over rock and splashing on his face. And. Pain. A pain in his left shoulder and back. Something warm was pooling in his mouth. Something metallic. Blood. Polar opened his eyes groggily and saw a small waterfall in front of him. Cold, wet stone touched his talons. His mind was foggy, his memory was a haze, and he had a small headache in the back of his skull. He opened his mouth and reddish purple blood pooled out. Polar could barely feel his limbs, and his joints were sore. He lifted himself up and his head spun. His throat was scratchy, his scales burned, his eyes stung, and pebbles and ice dug beneath his scales, then as he stood up he felt the brute force of the headache. The migraine felt like his skull was hit with a SandWing stinger. His knees buckled and he yelled, the sound scratching his throat. He noticed a plate of meat on the floor next to him. "Fish." He gasped, an action that made his throat feel like it was being clawed out as he coughed. He remembered the shapes under the arches and walkways. The Seawings. This can't be their palace, it's above the water. He thought. Although, I have heard of an above water palace, hidden in the Sea of Scales. He stumbled towards the waterfall and saw something swimming in the pool beneath it. No, not a something. Two somethings. Eels. He had seen eels before, swimming in the water as he flew. His mind wandered as he racked his brain. From what? He couldn't remember why he was flying. His memories were blank. A surge of light in front of him distracted his mind. Streaking through the water was electric bolts coming from the two eels. Polar was standing on the edge of the platform, a ring of water surrounded him. He could hear faint voices, and realized that his ears rang. As his hearing returned the voices became louder and louder. They weren't talking, they were yelling and screaming. Polar jumped back as his ears seemed to start ringing again with the echos of dragons yells surrounding him. He covered his ears with his talons and he screamed as much as his voice would. "STOP IT!" Polar sobbed, his voice not even louder than a scavenger squeal. He cowered on the back of the platform, trying to keep the noise as far away as he could. "Stop it, it hurts!" He couldn't hear the claws tapping on the floor, coming closer to him. He heard a voice yell, clearer and less gravely as the others. He couldn't hear what they said but the yelling subsided and Polar uncovered his ears. Looking down he noticed that his talons were scratched and bleeding. Or are my ears bleeding? A chain rattled nearby. And as he looked up the waterfall parted, and standing on the other side was a seawing. She was a muscley, dark green dragon with light blue underscales, her eyes were a startling beautiful teal. A shining, sea worn chain necklace hung around her neck, and three keys hung from it. Her wings had splashes of indigo and grey. The markings around her eyes made her look more frightening, while making her look kind. He could feel himself heat up, whether it was not being in cold temperatures or the feeling of seeing the dragon who stood before him he didn't know, but he hoped for his sake it wasn't the latter. The dragon seemed to notice as she reached out a talon, "Don't be shy, I won't hurt you." She said in a voice that felt motherly, almost sad. "Who are you?" Polar said still in his ball, his voice shaky. "I'm Mako, who are you?" She smiled. Polar racked his brain, his mind still foggy. "My name...is Polar." 
As Polar stood up he saw the seawings reaction to his injury's. She shuddered slightly, her face sympathetic. As he got up he looked at his wings and saw what Mako was staring at. His wings were bloody and torn, his shoulder was dislocated, and his front right talon was bent oddly. He stumbled towards the pool wincing and his reflection made him gasp. His body was more purple blood than pale blue scales. His tail had a huge open wound along the side. He reached out to touch the water and wash himself. "Don't touch it, there are electric eels, you could die instantly." 
"Well, isn't that smart." 
Mako giggled, her laugh faintly hollow, "Yeah, I guess so. Can you fly?" Polar opened his wings and inspected them although he knew the answer already. "I doubt it." He closed his wings, wincing, and looked at the big seawing. Why do I trust her. I don't know her at all. Mako glided over to the platform and landed in front of Polar. The little icewing scrambled back as she lowered her wings. "Hop on." She said, sounding ergant, like they might be late for something. She could be trying to kill me. He thought. But if she wanted me dead she wouldn't have stopped me from touching the water. He tried his best to not hurt her as he scrabbled up on to her back. Her wings lifting up so his broken talon didn't have to take too much pressure. He hung onto her neck and flattened himself as she leaped over the pool of water, her scales surprisingly cold. She landed and Polar could see what the hall looked like. The walls were made of damp stone and torches lit the hallway. Waterfalls with the misshapen forms of dragons on the water filled the tunnel. Curious dragon heads leaned close to their barriers. Mako started walking towards the light end of the tunnel. "Where are we?" Polar asked. 
"We are in the palace dungeon." Mako answered sardonically. 
"No no, I mean WHERE are we. What palace?" 
"Oh, you are in Queen Corals summer palace. It's quite fantastic if you ask me." Mako said realizing what he meant, her face a warm, motherly smile. Mako walked out into the light filled palace and Polar's eyes had to adjust to the new brightness. Mako was right, the palace was beautiful. The archways made the main room seem bigger than the massive place was. Pearls and gold walkways covered the floors below. Multiple levels were built like layers of dragon scales, each crawling with seawings. Mako took off, her wings spraying Polar with seawater. He looked at the vast space around him and tried to remember what had happened. I..I was flying and..what? Why was I flying? Mako landed on the top most pavilion and sitting on the throne in front of them was Queen Coral and next to her a dragonet barely older than he was. 
The dragonet was an almost white light blue, almost like Polar's scales, her eyes were piercing blue, and her scales had splashes of pink like dolphins he saw out on the islands. Quite beautiful, Polar thought to himself. She's a seawing, snap out of it! The dragonet had a pearl encrusted harness attached to her that led to Coral, who was a dark royal blue and had the same pearcing eyes as the dragonet, each seawing covered in jewels and pearls. Mako let down Polar onto the floor as she landed. As he got down he bowed his head towards the Queen. His weight shifting onto his broken talon he stumbled and shambled back up. When he looked up the seawing queen didn't look amused. "Why are you here?" She asked. Polar noticed the seawings that were next to and around him and the queen, the ones that looked higher ranked sitting next to her. "Why. Are you here?" She asked again, startling Polar. He started where he could remember, "I was flying over and I blacked out. Next thing I knew I was falling through tree's and into your palace, it was an accident, I'm sorry." The queen looked at him sternly. She doesn't trust me, and he couldn't blame her. If a random dragon crashed through into his palace he wouldn't be very trusting to them either. Polar looked at the dragonet, who sat regally on her throne, her eyes peirced into his. The queen looked at Mako, "What did he say his name was?"
"Polar, your majesty."
The queen looked back at Polar. She noticed him looking at the dragonet and drew his attention back to her, her face stone still. Polar was trying to keep still but was starting to feel woozy, his voice slurred. He was loosing a lot of blood.
"Why would a small dragonet like you be in the Sea of a Thousand Scales?" 
"I..I...Don't know. I can't remember why I was here." He then added quickly. "Your majesty." 
"My queen, maybe we should get him treated before more questions are asked. He isn't very well and can barely stand" Mako said, giving a concerned look to Polar. When the queen looked at Mako he caught a glimpse of something in her eye. Sympathy? She had a stone look when she looked at him. He looked at Mako and she looked back at him, her eyes reminded him of someone, but he couldn't remember who. "Mako," the queen said catching the seawings attention. "Bring Polar to the medical center, then when he is healed I'll...talk to him again." Mako lowered her wings to help him up, and as Polar got on her back he felt sullen. Why was he here? As he looked back he saw the dragonet whisper something into a guards ear, and when Mako took off he could have sworn that she was looking right at him.￼ 
The medical center was smelly. Extremely smelly. Almost every bed was occupied by seawing soldiers with scars and wounds. The smell was salty and rotten, like a dead seagull and the soldiers all had puss or stab wounds from stingers. The doctors took a while before one came to help Polar. At least the queen wants a fixed icewing prisoner. He thought to himself as the doctor inspected him, lifting his wings and touching the tears. Polar flinched as they poked his wing, his shoulder bent the wing upward and forward like a broken scarecrows pointing finger. The doctor kept asking Mako questions about him, his name, age, and so on. He stopped listening and looked around the room. A seawing sat in the corner looking crestfallen, an older bigger seawing lying on the bed in front of him, unmoving. A nurse comforted him as he stared at the body. "Now this may hurt a bit" the doctor said as they pressed back on his bent wing and Polar's screams filled the room for several seconds, and then the room was silent, all the murmuring soldiers stopped and winced as the doctor popped his wing back in. Polar's eyes filled with tears and Mako put her talon on his. The nurse that was comforting the dragonet came over and started talking to the doctor. Over his sobs he could hear some of the conversation, "Minnow and Bass are dead, nobody is left to care for Seaweed." "We'll have to find him foster parents." "Let him recover, he's still processing this." "Two weeks to recover, we need more space and soon." Polar looked sadly over at the dragonet, he was probably only 3 years old with navy blue scales and patches that looked like algae. Dark ivy green scales rippled across his belly and around his snout like kelp or seaweed plastered to his body. His stormy grey eyes looked up and met Polars, his eyes widened with surprise. Seaweed was quite a fitting name. A tingling ran up his scales as Seaweed stared at Polar. He looked back at Mako who was also looking at the dragonet. When she looked back she put on a feux smile, "Let's get you cleaned up." She said poking Polar in the nose affectionately, her eyes mourning over him. Polar smiled back and he saw a wave of happiness go into her smile. He then cautiously asked, "Mako, were you a mother?" Her eyes went cold, her smile fading and her eyes welling up. She had a sad expression on her face when they first arrived, and Polar think that he knew why. "Yes and a very proud one too." She said, her eyes showing hesitance. She soon came to a decision. "His name was Beluga, and he was a young and very sweet dragonet. Going out onto the battlefield to protect his family and coming back more torn than before. He always tried to keep happy around me, but each battle a little more of the happy, kind, and determined dragonet I once mothered withered away, and soon nothing was left. He came back one day, wounded and dying. He...never made it...he never had a chance." She said her voice cracking, her blue eyes cold and mournful. Polar wrapped his wings around her, giving her a hug as best as he could, not minding the pain in his shoulder. He felt her talons wrap around him, her head leaning on his shoulder. A teardrop fell on his scales. 
The doctor had put something into Polar's wing, but he couldn't feel it. No pain, no feeling, just numbness. The doctor had put something pasty and horrible smelling onto Polars wings and apparently this is what it was supposed to do. The doctor was cutting stitches that he used to keep the tears closed. Polar's wings were healed and the doctor had also washed off the blood and had put a needle connected to a pouch of red blood into his arm. He was shaking, it was really warm in the seawings palace and it was too warm in Polar's opinion. His back had a cast of hardened seaweed on it to help it heal, along with his front talon, which the doctor said that the talon would be pointing inward for the rest of his life, so he would have to get used to walking strangely. He had been in the medical center for three days waiting for his wings to heal. He watched as the last of the blood drained out of the pouch and into his arm. A nurse (who's name he learned was Pelican) took the needle out of his arm as the doctor finished cutting the stitches. Pelican took the cast off of his back and Polar arched it, relieved that he could stretch it out after all those days. Mako had came by with meals for him that were specially requested for from someone named Anemone. 
"Who's Anemone?" 
At that moment everyone fell silent and stared at Polar like he was growing seaweed out of his ears. Mako broke the silence after a few seconds too long. "Anemone is the dragonet from the other day. The one sitting next to the queen." And then she whispered, "The one you were making googly eyes at." And Polar could feel his face heat up as he tried to hide a smile at the thought of the dragonet sitting in her throne. His face scrunched up in a funny way and Mako giggled. Everyone had went back to what their doing, so they didn't pay attention to what they were laughing about. 
"So, the queen wants to see you today." 
Polar nearly spit out the salmon he was eating, a million thoughts rushing through his head, why does she want to talk, will Anemone be there, am I going to be hurt? He paused on that second thought for a second before he shook it away. She's a seawing, I don't like seawings. Why don't I like seawings? "Why does the queen seem worried that I'm here?" Mako gave him a look that was both confused and sympathetic, "Don't you remember the war?" The war? The war! Polar's head felt like he was just stabbed in the skull by multiple dragon talons at once, his talons reached up clenching his eyes shut and when he opened them he was sitting on top of Pelican, her snout bloody and torn by a talon mark, her eyes full of fear and one of his talons raised to strike again, covered in blood. He turned his head towards Mako, her face showing her horror. That's right, you're a monster, Polar. You're a monster. The voice in his head wasn't his own. His eyes welled. He stepped towards Mako and looked out the door. As Mako took a cautious step towards him he bolted, leaving a trail of bloody talon prints and tears. The war. They are your enemies. Fight them, they don't care about you. The voice was louder. Stronger. Familiar. He wasn't paying attention as he ran into and pushed aside yelling, surprised dragons. The voice of Mako was far behind him. His head hit the stomach of a dragon, her surprised gasp lost in the sound of wind whipping past his ears. He saw a ledge that led to a drop to the bottom of the palace, hard stone lay below. Jump. You're useless to me anyway. Said the voice. It was strange. Guiding him like he couldn't control himself. He didn't want to but Polar climbed up on the railing. The picture of a seawing flashes in his mind. Polar lost control of himself. "Polar!" He looked back at Mako dashing closer to him. She could see what he was doing. No one will care. But Mako wi- No no she won't. He turned back ahead of him and with the words of a stranger rattling in his head he unclenched his talons from the rail, closed his eyes, and fell forward. 
== Chapter 2 ==
You're useless! Nothing! A disgrace! But I can do better father! Please. Please, don't hurt me anymore! Stop disgracing me and maybe I'll think about it! Those were the last words Gelu had said to Polar. His father. All he ever did was look down on Polar, beat him, and call Polar a disgrace. Polar wanted to get away from it. He felt talons grab his chest and drag him back. Mako turned him around towards her. "What is wrong with you! You scared me to death!" Mako scolded as Polar curled up in a ball trying to drown out all of the excited chatter of the seawings standing around him, his eyes still dripping tears. You can't even die right, the voice snorted, Typical. Who are you? Do...do I know you? The voice was young. He'd never heard is before. Soon Polar was wrapped up in the sobbing mess that was Mako, her head resting on his he cuddled in close to her, "I'm sorry...he made me." He choked, not caring that she didn't know who that he was. His mother was on his mind. Nix. Her pale purple scales shining as she looked down lovingly at him with her beautiful smile, her eyes like diamonds. The only thing that stopped Gelu from hurting him, one of the only dragons to love him, and he ran away from her. He looked up at Mako and looked behind her, his eyes widened with anxiety, fear, and worry, as there stood Queen Coral and next to her sat Princess Anemone. Corals pearls were astray as she was staring at him with a steel stare. "You will meet with me on the council level in 5 minutes." She said her voice unamused. Her stare seemed to come from the back of her skull as she turned away. Polar looked at the dragonet and locked eyes with her. His mind was rushing through all the right things but asking the wrong questions, and as princess Anemone's eyes looked and searched his, Polar felt that she might have the same thoughts going on. Mako was looking all over Polar panting and scolding him. "You can't do that to me! Do you have any idea what that does to someone!" Polar looked at her and couldn't speak, watching as her face was going through anger, fear, sadness, and joy all at once. "Why would you do that?!" She practically yelled at him. "I don't know. I..I thought that...what was I thinking?" Polar realized that he was crying now too. "I don't know what made me do that." He looked up at Mako. "Mako..do you think I'm a monster?" Mako's face was full of horror. "Don't worry about others say. You're not a monster. I'll protect you." Mako held his head close to her chest as they waited to stop crying. "We should go meet with the queen now."ar tell her these sentences. "Don't worry about him. H..he can't hurt you now. I'll protect you." Mako held his head close to her chest as they waited to stop crying. "We should go meet with the queen now." 
"Yeah"
"Never do that again. Ok?"
"Ok" Polar hesitated and then climbed up awkwardly onto Mako's back. He just realized that the crowd had departed with the queen, leaving Mako and him alone as they flew to the council level. "Mako, a voice was speaking to me. I don't know who it was."
"That is strange, but let's talk about this later."
"Ok"
Polar was a bit disappointed that he'd have to wait to talk about it but knew that it was probably not the best time right now. On the council level were multiple pools of water placed in a circle shape around a table laden with a bunch of pots, plates, and platters full of food. Each pool was labeled for different positions. When Mako landed Polar saw Queen Coral and the Princess sitting next to eachother in their respective spots and he flattened himself when the queen looked at him. He was scared. And hungry. His stomach growled as he shambled off of Mako's back and he thought he heard her muffle some of her laughter. He walked over and saw how empty the platform seemed with just the four of them. When he came to the pools he hesitated and looked at the queen and princess. The princess was watching him curiously, tracing his scars with her eyes. "Sit across from me icewing." Queen Coral said, and Polar could've sworn she snarled on the word icewing. The water was warm, but not too warm as Polar dipped a claw in, then, slowly, stepped into the pool. "Eat." Polar perked his head up and looked at the queen. "What?"
"Eat. Whatever is on the table." The queen was looking at Polar intently, as if she was watching for something wrong. Polar looked at some of the salmon and could feel his stomach growl ferociously. He slowly dragged the plate towards himself and took a bit of salmon. Then, after looking at the queen a bit longer his hunger overtook his manners, he wolfed the whole salmon down and began feasting furiously on the fish and squid before him. When he finally stopped he ate most of his side of the table. The look on queen Corals face was surprised and stern at the same time. He looked up and remembered he wasn't alone, slowly removing his face from his food. Then he burped, and Anemone, unable to hold any longer, burst into laughter. Polar's face blushed in embarrassment as he felt a small smile form on his snout. Coral turned a stern look at Anemone who instantly became silent, her laughter still showing in her eyes. Coral looked at Polar with a flash of sympathy in her eyes soon covered by a look of curiosity and annoyance. "Are you nearly finished?" And at that moment as if it was rehearsed, Polar's stomach growled again and Anemone nearly burst back into laughter. But she stood regal and tall like her mother. "Y..yes ma'am." 
"Good. Now tell me who you are uh..."￼"Polar."
"Yes, Polar.
"Polar's mind went blank and he didn't seem move but he could hear what he said next like he was sitting next to himself. He moved without meaning to, leaning on the table with his front talons, spreading his wings to be more intimidating. "I am Polar, Son of Gelu, and request that you regard me with more respect you dirty seawing." His voice snarled. He blinked and lowered his wings, and curiously looked around. I didn't say that, did I? He sat back down and looked at the seawing queen and princess. Both looked aghast. "I..I'm sorry. What happened? I'm confused. Why are you looking at me like that?"
After a moment to collect themselves Coral looked at Polar, her face showing her rage. She snarled "You dare disrespect me icewing?"
"N..no! I don't know what I said! I..I.I blacked out!" He yelled in fear, curling up and ducking his head under his tail. Mako watched from the corner, unable to interfere as the dragonet that she cared for for the past few days was ripped by the words of her queen, wincing and hiding her shock as she heard Polar say again in her head. Dirty seawing. Polar shifted his eyes toward her, seeming to ask, "Why can't you help me?", Then say, "She can't", then correcting, "She won't". ￼
"Tell me, what do you wish to accomplish with this fake amnesia gag! To try to get me to pity you icewing!"
"No! I..I can't remember anything! Why I was flying! What I'm doing here! All of it is gone! I-" Polar's voice stopped. He tried to keep talking but it was like something was choking him. Keeping the words from coming out. And then his face softened into a smirk, his eyes cunning. It felt like a sheet was pulled over Polar's head as his scales tingled. It had happened before with the blackouts. "Now that I'm thinking about it, yes, your majesty I am trying to disrespect you. For you have no authority over me."
== Chapter 3 ==
"I'm not saying this! Stop!" Polar tried to tell but to no avail. He watched as his body moved without him wanting too. That voice that he didn't know was speaking. But under that was his voice. Who are you? Vengeance. The voice replied. It could hear him. Your tribe has nothing but hurt me. Now I'm going to hurt you. A pain went across Polars face. He hit himself. Then it happened again. And again. And again. The voice was controlling him to hurt himself. It wasn't Polar that wanted to jump off the ledge. Not entirely. It was the voice. "This is different. Talking to you. Through this-this Icewing. We've met before. You were there with my parents when they died, and you didn't care enough to help them."
"What are you talking about Icewing?"
"Oh it would be confusing wouldn't it? An Icewing talking like this. Well if you're wondering what's going on let's just say that Polar is tucked away in the corner of his mind. Unable to speak, or move himself. I am controlling him to talk to you. It's.. almost leverage. You can try to hurt me, but you'll harm an innocent dragonet instead. Someone who's unable to tell you what you want to know because he can't. So here's my proposal. Throw this dragonet in the dungeon and punish him to death, and I'll be... satisfied. For now."￼
"You're a coward. Using this Icewing as a shield."
"A coward is a queen who refuses to help her subjects in need. Like Minnow and Bass. Or Beluga. Right Mako?"￼
Polars body was moving around the table and drawing out the conversation while the queen moved away from the deal making dragonet. Polar was screaming at the voice 'till his voice went raw. "Get! Out! Of! My! Head!" He shouted and shouted. The voice faltered and in that moment he took control. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" He screamed, grabbing his head and shaking, trying to get the invader away. He remembered what the voice said. "IT'S SEA-" His shout was cut off. "You really are no fun. I go for a bit of mystery and you try to tear it down. Anyways. Do we have a deal?"￼
"I don't deal with people like you."
"No, you deal with worse. With murderers. Take the deal and you'll be left alone. Don't. And you'll be wishing you had."￼
The voice left and Polar collapsed. "I..I think.. it's Seaweed."￼
"Seaweed?" Said Mako who was in shock. "He was such a nice dragonet." Polar was full of dread as he looked up the queen who was staring at him. She was thinking. Thinking on taking the deal.
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