Frozen Wasteland

Written By: IceEmpryssPolaris

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hellsing, its characters, or its storyline. I do, however, own the character Polaris. No, I own neither the X-MEN character nor the ATV but my personal representation of Polaris as said in this work of fiction. If you wish to use her in one of your own stories, please contact me first for permission.

Author Notes: This story does not immediately begin with Hellsing. It first tells of Polaris and her years before even meeting Alucard, Integra, and Seras. Keep in mind that even when Hellsing is introduced, the story will revolve around Polaris and her point of view, NOT those of Hellsing.If the reviews and ratings are good, I'll continue to post additional chapters.

NOTE: I have decided to edit my existing chapters. Doing a bit of cleaning of my story if you will and organizing it a bit better. Check back to keep up to date. Small details will be added to help the story flow a bit better. Suggestions are always appreciated in the Reviews column.

Polaris was hatched as all dragons were, slowly chipping away at her crystallized prison over a matter of months. Instead of a caretaker, Polaris was hatched within the confines of a massive blizzard during the planet Earth's first Ice Age. Being born an Ice Drake, she thrived within these frigid conditions; she played and bounced through the countless miles of snow and ice that blanketed the Northern Hemisphere. Since the Earth was still young, the only real threat she had ever encountered was perhaps a Tyrannosaurus Rex or a clan of Velociraptor. Even these semi-intelligent creatures ran in fear of the colossal creature of ice with a scream able to buckle the very ground upon which they stood. It was not until the human race began to civilize and populate that she chose to remain hidden, silent, and overall temperamental of the aggravating species.

In a span of only a few years, she grew into a mighty sixteen-story tall pale blue dragon with scales that of diamond, however, retaining hundreds of times the hardness. Fin-like spines lined her back reaching from the nape of her neck to the very tip of her tail. Massive horns resembling an arrow's head flared from the sides of her face; each was layered in the same diamond-like scales layering her body. Her eyes were born similar to a feline's, however, over time they merely solidified into a pair of sleek, narrow orbs of glistening, fierce blue. Dragons never had the great sight thought to be given to them by Mother Nature, however, her aura of frigid mist and fog proved to be a more effective method of telepathic vision than that of simple eyesight. Her wingspan stretched to a magnificent two-hundred feet as the length of her body was nearly twice that.

Over the eons of existence, she has since learned how to unlock her minds ability to create illusions and to let others see what only she wished them to see. Using this method, she wandered the Earth as a mere woman standing at five feet six inches with long solid white hair that always seemed to be billowing about her waist. Polaris chose this form of illusion in order to deter unwanted attention to herself, however, there were always prying eyes staring at her because of her choice of hair color. Her eyes were a piercing, brilliantly pale blue seemingly able to peer into one's soul rather than just at their physical body; her skin was as pale as any china doll expertly made and was accented by her mane of white billowing about her shoulders. Her normal attire was that of simple black slacks that curved her long elegant legs beautifully and accented by a simple burgundy camisole tucked into the waistline of her slacks. Over that, Polaris wore a simple black button-down blouse kept open so she could move freely without the restraint of buttons. She had always walked silently, regardless of her black stilettos that protected her feet against the harsh ground she walked.

Of course, as eons passed Polaris learned that there were creatures inhabiting the Planet Earth that only knew violence and aggression. In these times of violent encounters, Polaris chose to take a sort of Dragon Anthropic form; while her physical attributes resembled that of a Dragon, she walked upright at nearly six feet tall. Adorned in a simple pale blue bikini top and extravagant loin cloth that draped to the ground, her speed and agility exceeded four times that of any man-made air craft. Her white mane of locks were tied back into various sized ponytails in order to keep it maintained while in the heat of battle. Along her forearms were large, plate-like scales over lapping one another to form a sort of natural gauntlet on the upper halves of her forearms while the remainder of her skin resembled that of a simple snake. She wore a collar that held a simple blue crystal, to represent the element in which she was created from and to serve as a sort of blessed jewel that held a certain psychic energy that has accumulated over the eons she has existed.

Being born an Ice Dragon had enabled Polaris to inherit certain traits. Not only could she control the frigid element of Ice and its related elements including Water, but she could create it as well with a mere thought from any sort of water vapor in the air. Within the back of her throat grew two glands, in which grew into two mighty sacs protected by the spikes flaring from behind her jaw. Each sac contained a few thousand tons of liquid nitrogen, able to instantly freeze anything into solid ice, inside and out. Due to her natural arctic temperatures, her breath resembled that of a blizzard. Arctic winds and shards of ice and snow were any enemy's doom, especially if Polaris drew strength from her inner gullet, a sort of psychic center within her. Even seen as her illusion of human form, she could control such elements but refrained from doing so in the presence of Humans. Tattooed on her left shoulder blade was a delicate, pale blue symbol resembling Ice in the Chinese language. It was by this and this symbol alone that she had natural proof of her heritage and her control over Ice and its related elements.

Polaris' life was not an easy one to say the least. Even before she hatched, her ancestors fought for their lives against the natural evils of the Earth. She was born into a peculiar breed of Dragon, known as the Great Drakes. These legendary Drakes are born only a few trillion years at a time, if at all, in order to over take and maintain the balance of nature; they listened, spoke, and understood the wisdom in which the planet provided. As the knowledge of the planet grew within each Drake, they aged until they could no longer survive the eternal river of wisdom, thus passing it on to the next generation. Each Drake held a distinguishing element in which to maintain within nature: Fire, Ice, and Lightning in addition to Water, Earth, and Wind. Each Drake was born with polar opposite siblings. Fire and Ice; Water and Lightning; Earth and Wind. Each pair of polar siblings, often being brother and sister, would mature to either destroy or cherish the other. Polaris` ancestors, the original Great Drakes, had watched over the Earth since its birth, the moment each element was created and mastered. Polaris, as well as her polar sibling, Infernus, were to over take and inherit the wisdom and continue the tradition of maintaining the natural order of balance regarding their distinguished element, however, this great clan of elemental Drakes was soon to be intermittent by a foretold darkness. A plagued history in which began long before Polaris' birth.

While the beginning Drakes were at their peak of peace and prosperity, the Earth just beginning to first develop other life, the Fire Drake, Siphirius, had grown powerful, not only able to control the violent element, but create it as well from any source of heat available and breath it as though it were air. Siphirius had grown too powerful, demanding that he reign over the temple in which was built in order to watch over the on-coming eras Drakes. Oblivious to the Flame Drake`s original scheme, his fellow Drakes refused and exiled him to the darkest reaches of the planet; a desolate and barren wasteland surrounding a massive volcano. This territory was void of all life within a ten-mile radius. The remaining Drakes came to know this place as Mt. Volcanus, where Siphirius schemed and pondered and planned, gathering strength and endurance from the Volcano's intense heat. When the second generation of Drakes was born from the elements in which each was to oversee, Siphirius was instantly aware of this fact. He knew the Drake temple stood no chance if he were to gather all enemies in which despised them. He created an army of diverse leviathans including Demons, Faeries, Vampires, Lycans, and even other inferior dragons. It was mere weeks before the hatching when Siphirius made his advance, destroying all but two eggs, and leaving the temple in ruins. The last remaining elder Drake, Darius of the Earth lineage, took the surviving eggs and fled, masking them within the hatching grounds of the appropriate element. Siphirius chose to simply allow the remaining Drakes to survive, to grow into the mighty Drakes they were destined to be, just so that Siphirius may destroy them at their peak.

Infernus and Polaris had never met before Siphirius had chosen to raid the entire planet in his search for them, however, each knew they were being pursued by an unknown entity. Siphirius had searched, raided, slaughtered, and murdered in his search for the last Twins of the Drakes, forcing them to take the offense located at the only place remaining: Mt. Volcanus. It was within this colossally massive volcano that Polaris and Infernus had first met. It was here where they discovered another Drake like themselves. Siphirius had attempted to use that first belief, the belief they were eternally alone and forgotten by their ancestors, to his own advantage. Filling both Infernus` and Polaris` minds with lies and deceit, lies of their ancestors abandoning them when in fact the night of the raid was engraved on their eggs and magically burnt into their minds. It was this night, the Eternal Night, that the known last Twins of the Drakes joined to vanquish the once known evil of Mt. Volcanus. Unfortunately, the deadly cost of using such Draconian power was a life, a life in an Eternal Quarrel between King and Heir encased in a crystallize Fire. Infernus had instinctively chose that Eternal nightmare in his rage. Polaris attempted to interfere, however, she was forced miles away from the volcano itself due to the immense heat and sudden explosion that rattled the Earth itself. Mt. Volcanus was destroyed only to be magically drawn to its Molten crater like magnets, hovering in a slow everlasting twister of magma dripping isles.

The legend of the Great Drakes is simply that now, a legend. All that remains is Polaris. Her brother had been banished by his own ancestor, in which had destroyed Mt. Volcanus and turned the structure into a mass of floating islands dripping in magma. Infernus had imprisoned Siphirius within the very darkness he'd mastered. Unfortunately, Infernus had succumbed to the very darkness in which Siphirius was imprisoned. Within the center of the slow twister of floating isles, was a massive island on which held the remainder of Mt. Volcanus. Within this colossal isle, Infernus put himself into an eternal slumber as to not cause the same destruction and misery in which Siphirius had caused. Polaris merely wanders the planet now, gathering wisdom and learning from the mistakes upon which others put themselves through. Soon came another dominant species of creature; Humans. Within mere millennia, this naive species civilized and created a life for themselves, unaware of Polaris` existence. Her kind is considered mere myth now, stories passed down through the Humans` generations. Those in ancient Asia claim to have seen a glistening fog moving through the upper skies upon a full moon night, however, were passed off as anomalies and illusions.

It seemed simply amazing she's remained hidden from the human's naked eye for the many millennia she's roamed this planet, however, with her gift of illusion and surrounding aura of a cloudy mist that humanity never seemed to notice, she blended well into the wispy clouds of the upper atmosphere as well as the morning fog that blanketed her common areas of interest. Over the millennia, through the evolution of man and their growing so-called "knowledge", Polaris began to think of the human race as naive, single-minded, and greedy. Her instincts told her that this race would be the end of the planet, however, that end was many eons away. She never judged them, only ignored them. They considered themselves superior. She did not care. There were other species around this world. before the humans who considered themselves superior as well. She could easily freeze most of this world if it had not been for the mass population of the annoying race within a few million years, along with other unknown species. These species could easily over power her if they gathered, however, she chose to simply not care and worry about her own survival.

For eons Polaris lived alone without interfering with the happenings of the lives of Humans. This species only annoyed her to the point where she occasionally slaughtered some remote village that still thought of the "old ways" as they referred, killing only those she saw as an instant threat to the Planet. When humanity would begin to notice, she would return to her seclusion and simply wait until the next opportune moment. During her last raid on humanity, she was residing in Transylvania near the mid 1500s. An unfamiliar species of creature began to emerge more suddenly than during her younger eons of existence. Vampires. A sudden influx in the Vampiric population of Romania caught Polaris' interest and she decided to silently investigate.

She had heard of a man residing there that impaled his victims in a horrendously grotesque manner after draining them of their blood. The local villagers of the remote civilization pooled what little currency and supplies they had to hire a sort of vampire assassin to hunt and rid the Earth of this creature. While silently watching and observing the village over the course of a few weeks, she began to take notice of one man in particular. He posed as a Count for quite some time before encountering the hired assassin sent to rid the world of the threat. Polaris learned that this Count was, in fact, the Vampire plaguing the remote settlement during his last encounter with the hunter, where Polaris stumbled upon a violent outcome between the Human and Vampire in a cemetery located outside of the small remote village. Polaris merely watched as this man laid upon the cold Earth of the cemetery, beneath this stranger holding a large, sharpened stake of wood. Her gaze widened a bit as her attention followed the stake into the Vampire's chest. And his heart.

"Have I been... bested, sir?" He whispered through the blood streaming down the sides of his mouth. The stranger standing above him merely nodded before speaking,

"Yes. You have been bested, Count. This is not a nightmare you will be awaking from. You're castles have plundered. Your dominion's in ruin. Your servants destroyed. And the girl has fled this place forevermore. She will never be yours, Count." The strange raised his fist before slamming it against the hilt of the stake protruding from the Vampire's chest, tearing through the remainder of his chest as the sharpened point began to seep through his back. Why couldn't Polaris simply turn away? Why could she simply ignore it? She'd watched and observed this man for weeks and yet, her heart never so much as made a sound until she witnessed that stake slamming into his chest. The assassin snatched the Vampire up by his collar before continuing, "You are judged and found wanting, Vampire King. You have nothing. You are nothing." Polaris watched this Vampire for weeks before, however, it was not until she witnessed the stake through his torso that her frozen heart fluttered a bit. She could not understand why the Vampire caught her interest or why her heart twisted and cracked as the echoing sound of bone crushing and flesh tearing rang through her ears. Regardless, Polaris still went against her instincts and chose to interfere once the human had left that Count lying on the soft dirt, presumably dead. Kneeling alongside the stranger, whom she thought was deceased, Polaris realized she did not have much time before the human returned with reinforcements to prove his job was finished. His black mane was scattered across his bloodied face as his clothing was torn in the obvious aspects of battle. Her delicate hand wrapped around the hilt of the stake protruding from the stranger's chest which caused the Vampire to twitch and writhe in pain. His eyes only partly opened enough to see her brilliantly fierce blue gaze staring at him in silence; his mouth parted as though he wanted to speak but no words came forth, only a painful grunt when Polaris tore the stake from his chest.

"He missed your heart." She lied perhaps to make him feel comfortable with the fact he was dying. With that, she tossed the bloodied stake behind a grave-stone before standing. There was nothing she could do, or, nothing she would do other than tear that wooden weapon from his torso. Her heart screamed for her to do more but she chose to ignore it. Polaris rose to her feet and turned as though to walk away and leave him until a gloved-hand grasped hers gently,

"You've returned..." He saw the woman he fell for in Polaris' eyes which, in turn, made her smirk before turning her brilliantly pale blue gaze down toward the severely injured Vampire,

"No. I have not." And with those final words, she faded from his sight as his world went black.