Tabaluga: The girl who fell off the world
Chapter 1, the girl who fell off the world
Pairings: Arktos/Bianca (oc)
Rating: T, teen and up audiences
Tags: my own interpretation of Tabaluga, it's a combination of the movie, book, and show.
Content warnings: none (in this chapter)
Wordcount: 2,123
Summary: A mountain climber called Bianca is lost in a storm and finds herself in Ice land. She receives the help of a friendly, mysterious young girl called Lilli. She meets Arktos, who seems eager to get her to stay in Ice land.
Note: this took a while to make, more to come soon! For now I'm going to let myself finally rest
The missing person’s case of Bianca Caulfeild is still at large. The mountain climber is yet to show after an unexpected turn of the weather yesterday separated her from her group. Search efforts still continue with little to go on. The only thing search and rescue have come across is her hat, theorized to have been blown off by the wind while she was lost in the storm.
“The dogs keep losing the trail, we couldn't find anything when we dug up the snow, we looked in all the spots where she might have taken shelter, still nothing.” a search and rescue officer says, “it’s like she just… fell off the world.”
That’s what the news had to say about Bianca, that officer was more right than he thought.
When Bianca woke up, huddled under an embankment, she was at first glad to be still alive. Soon, though, confusion set in. She was surrounded by foothills, a white forest in the distance, and a crooked tree was on the hill above her that she didn't remember being there. She definitely would have remembered it too, looking like a Christmas decoration with long icicles hanging down from its branches. She pulled herself to her feet, examining her surroundings more. Had she somehow gotten turned around and gone down the mountain? But how could have she gotten so far so quickly? And more importantly, where was the mountain? She turned herself around, bewildered and starting to panic. She couldn't see her own hand in front of her face back in that storm, she had to be missing something, she was just confused, she just needed to wait until she was found. Her head was racing, interrupted only by the voice of a young girl.
“Who are you?”
Bianca whipped around, met with an even stranger sight. A girl, no older that fifteen with snow-white hair and ghostly pale skin. She was wearing an unseasonably thin blue dress and most curious of her features, she had joints, like a doll. Bianca questioned if she was actually still alive, this girl definitely wasn’t a human, though she was a good replica of one. The girl furrowed her brow, no doubt curious. She stepped forward toward Bianca, who stepped back. Nonetheless, the mysterious girl approached, reaching out her white hand towards Bianca.
“You… look like me…” she said, about to touch Bianca’s cheek when she was scooped up in the arms of a polar bear, who was standing on two legs and wearing a scarf that was as bright red as his nose. “Don’t touch that, Lilli!” he yelped, “you have no idea where it’s been!” The bear looked at Bianca with scrutiny. “I don’t even know what that is…”
“She looks like me, Limbo!” the girl, Lilli said again.
“Huh, She does.” Limbo said, putting the girl down and giving Bianca a stiff prod with his claw. “You both only have fur on the tops of your head!” Limbo tilted his head, “I’ve never seen you, where did you come from?”
“I’m lost. I was hoping you might be able to tell me where I am, actually.” Bianca finally spoke, nervously looking Limbo in the eye.
“Ice Land!” Lilli piped up.
“Iceland?” Bianca scoffed, “I was in the french alps! How could I have crossed the sea?”
“French… Alps?”Lilli asked, head tilted “what’s that?”
Bianca’s face fell. Now she really had no idea what was going on now. Lilli seemed to be pondering something and glanced at Limbo
“...you don't think..” he said softly.
“Arktos said it could happen.” tLilli replied. She then turned to Bianca again. “I don’t think you’re from this world…”
“Oh, interesting.” Bianca said, she definitely wasn’t in Kansas anymore, talking polar bears and all. “How do I get back.” Bianca said flatly.
The girl and bear exchanged an uncomfortable glance. Bianca felt her stomach drop.
“You don’t know, do you?” Bianca sighed.
“No, I’m sorry…” Lilli paused, her face lighting up again, “I bet Arktos will know what to do!” Lilli snatched Bianca’s hand and began pulling her down a path that wove through the hills, “come on, Polaris isn’t far!”
Before Bianca could question what Polaris was the three of them were well on their way. Along their journey, they came upon the mouth of a crevasse between the two halves of a great ice sheet that was split in half. Lilli eagerly strode forward, but Bianca’s heels were stiff in the snow. Lilli turned back to face her.
“Come on!” Lilli pushed, tugging Bianca’s arm.
“Are you sure?” Bianca asked, “isn't there another way around?”
“If you want to walk for two days, yes.” Limbo said.
Bianca gulped and indulged Lilli’s concerned expression, continuing forward through the split in the ice. The walls of the crevasse were decorated with intricate carvings, carvings of dragons. They stood tall, wings spread, and flames flying forth from their mouths in some of the etchings. Bianca marveled at them, catching Lilli’s attention.
“Dragons.” she said.
“Dragons?” Bianca parroted.
“yes, dragons! Arktos said they used to be all around. They used to protect the land with their fire. But they all disappeared.” Lilli informed.
“Just like that?”
“Well, he did say it wasn't all at once. They all vanished one by one.”
Bianca made a noise of acknowledgement. She wondered where they could have gone. She remembers that her friends probably were thinking the same thing. She must have been quiet for a while because Lilli stopped and looked at her. Her blue eyes looked up into Bianca’s brown ones questioningly.
“I’m ok.” Bianca said quietly. As Lill started walking again they exited the tunnel.
“We’re almost there!” Lilli said, pointing forward to a sparkling city in the near distance.
Buildings with domed roofs piled up toward the center, where a grand palace proudly stood. The city reminded Bianca of a glacier, with it’s upward momentum and towers jutting out in a regular pattern among the buildings, leaving a trail to the spires connected to the ice palace, wich itself had three small towers on the outside and a large one in the center. All buildings were circular, like igloos, which they probably were, given that ice seemed to be the primary material in Ice Land. surrounding the entire city was an imposing wall, the only entrance of which was an even more imposing gate.
Bianca didn't get much time to take Polaris in from a distance as Lilli continued to lead her forward hand in hand. Reaching the gate, the group was stopped by three polar bear guards. “Who’s this?” the biggest one asked, question directed at Limbo.
“Rex! This is Bianca. Shes a… I don’t know what she is, exactly.” Limbo stumbled, “Lilli found her and-”
“I don't care.” Rex growled, flashing his sharp teeth. Bianca gulped at the sight of Rex, much larger than the already hefty Limbo, and much more muscular too. He was wearing a black turtleneck and a patch over his left eye to match. “What is your business?” Rex re adjusted his speech to Bianca.
“Lilli wanted to bring me here, sir.” Bianca paused, but Lilli squeezed her hand reassuringly. “... to see Arktos, sir. She believes he knows a way to send me hom-”
“Is this true, Lilli?” Rex interrupted.
“Yes, sir.” Lilli replied.
“Right, then.” Rex said, pinning his large arms behind his back. “Limbo, search the visitor’s bag.” he stared at Limbo intensely with that one eye and Limbo gave a nervous nod. Bianca pulled off her backpack, which she had forgotten she had on at all until it had been pointed out. Limbo unzipped it and began to rummage through it, occasionally pulling something out, deeming it fine, and putting it back in. until he happened across something that made him pause. He pulled a small, red box free, examining it. He read the label aloud: “fire starting kit.”
Rex narrowed his eye at Bianca, but Limbo quickly butted in. “I’m confiscating this!” he declared. Though, he realized he had nowhere to stow the box, so he instead opted to throw it several yards away, where it made an unceremonious ‘flump’ when it hit the snow. Limbo shoved Bianca’s pack back into her hands and with a grunt, Rex buzzed the trio in.
The doors opened at a glacial pace, the rumble from them scraping the ground shaking sheets of snow from the top of the wall, Limbo and Lilli stepping through when the door was open wide enough, Bianca in tow.
The city of Polaris was grander on the inside. The exterior of buildings had spectacular arches and intricate snowflake details on doorways and windows. The roads were thoroughly shoveled, bear cubs and penguin chicks having snowball fights used the piled snow as shelter from their friend’s onslaught. Meanwhile the adults went about their business, working and running errands. However, as Bianca was noticed, the hustle and bustle stopped. Penguins stared and whispered behind their flippers, mother bears pulled their curious cubs close. They continued forward nonetheless, following the straight main path up the steps of the glittering ice palace.
The path was quite steep, Bianca thought, imagining that the locals were probably used to it. Lilli and Limbo definitely seemed unbothered by how upward the citadel was.
In front of the palace, the path opened up to a plaza, where the citizens would gather when the occupant of the grandiose structure addressed them. They walked up the steps, past more imposing polar bear guards, scaled another set of stairs, and passed another great set of doors before they entered the throne room of this palace.
Alone, atop the seat with a snowflake-shaped back sat a snowman. Bianca was a little taken aback, but at this point she didn't know what she was expecting. He shifted in his seat, a glint in his yellow eyes when he laid them on Bianca. He pulled himself forward and got off his throne.
“Father!” Lilli shouted, running up to the Arktos and hugging his round body.
He gave an ‘oof’ when she hit him, and he gave his daughter a pat on the head. “Watch the buttons, dear.” he chided softly and turned his attention to Bianca. He approached, shuffling along as he lacked legs.
“Who might you be?” he said, standing in front of Bianca, towering over her.
“I’m Bianca.” she replied, voice wavering in his presence. Arktos tipped his hat, which his eyes were evidently attached to and he took her hand in his own, gloved one.
“What brings you here? You certainly seem lost.” Arktos observed.
“Long story short, I was teleported to Ice Land by a blizzard.”
Arktos shook his head, “I figured this would happen eventually.” he lamented, “no worry, though, Bianca.” he followed through on taking her hand, pulling it to his face and pressing his icy cold lips to the back of her palm. Bianca knew it was a formality, but her cheeks flushed pink anyway, making Arktos flash a smirk. “I can send you home. In time.”
“In time?” Bianca said, dread in her voice.
“Yes, sadly.” Arktos replied, “the conditions aren't right.” he gave a shrug. “However, I will outstretch my hospitality until then, miss. I’ll let you stay right here in my palace” Arktos folded his hands, smiling as warmly as a snowman could.
“Oh, well, Thank you…” Bianca sputtered, still flustered.
“You get to stay!” Lilli cheered, smiling from ear to ear.
“Why don't you show her the guest room, Lilli?” Arktos said, giving his daughter a pat on the back. She obliged, taking Bianca’s hand again and leading her out of the throne room toward the halls. She could have sworn she heard Arktos say “she’ll be perfect.” as she left the room, but brushed it off as Lilli eagerly led her. Upstairs. She picked a door, leading Bianca inside. There was a blue bed, a blue carpet and a blue… everything, safe for the sunset outside the triad of arched windows that took up one of the walls, everything in that room was some form of blue.
“Your room!” Lilli exclaimed,
“Thank you, Lilli.” Bianca bent over slightly to meet Lilli’s gaze, “you really saved me, there.”
Lilli smiled widely and threw her arms around Bianca, hugging her for a while. “I’ll go now.” Lilli said, pulling away, “you’re probably tired.” with that, she left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Lilli was right. Bianca was exhausted. She threw off her pack, ran her fingers through her brown hair in the mirror, and flopped down on the bed. The feeling of the kiss Arktos left on her hand lingered with a tingling sensation, probably because his lips were so cold. Bianca concluded.
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WRITING AS A SACRED OFFERING
6. Tlilli, Tlapalli. The Path of the Red and Black Ink.
In this chapter, Dr. Gloria Anzaldúa discusses her understanding of writing as sacred art, how this perspective impacts her work, and what her writing practices and rituals look like. She centers and honors her indigenous roots by committing herself to their principles and practices about
creativity and functionality
the sacred and secular
and art from everyday realities
She rightfully honors and celebrates herself and her contributions by acknowledging her work as healing medicine. Dr. Anzaldúa describes her writing as “alive, infused with spirit” and (re)connects her art to indigenous healing practices by discussing her shamanic ability to transform herself (as the writer), the reader and reality. Invoking and drawing inspiration from all her senses, Dr. Anzaldúa enters trances and faces Coatlicue States, or writing blocks, head on so that her writing is an offering to the divine and to the world.
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Poster of quote by Gloria Anzaldúa created by Grace Rosario Perkins
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“my people, the Indians, did not split the artistic from functionality, the sacred from the secular, art from everyday life.” (88)
“To write, to be a writer, I have to trust and believe in myself as a speaker, as a voice for the images. I have to believe that I can communicate with images and words, and that I can do it well.” (95)
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This chapter is powerful in that Gloria embraces and declares herself as a healer and her writing as medicine for her people and offerings to the divine. Every line of every page of this book has been so sacred, that I feel like I enter trances by reading and connecting with Gloria and her words. Reading her book is like looking into a mirror for me. She has provided so much space for individual and collective healing.
I am so grateful for Gloria and her writing. I will practice this gratitude by honoring myself as whole, sharing her writing (medicine) with others, and embodying the mestiza identity and consciousness.
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Gloria Anzaldúa by Angela Yarber
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Why I write - Karina Nuyorican
A poet explores why she writes and the power of writing.
Healing - Aniya Smith
A spoken word poem that discusses the healing power of writing poetry.
Con amor,
Beatriz Esparza
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