Expand the world
A fantasy world is an embryo to the unknown, the unique and magical. Join us in expanding the Heartcup World with your characters, stories and worldbuilding.
Mayby you are inspired to a new character, a new creature, a twist in the story?
Maybe there is a misty tarn in the heart of the woodlands, where the surface holds your future?
Maybe a new species are picking on your brain and wont leave until you bring it to life?
Maybe Heartcup has an Immortal kin, that travel through sound and gets trapped in a two dimensional world?
There is no limit.
We love to hear from you and read your stories.
Tell us your story
If you have a character or a scene, a short story, in any language: e-mail it to contact@neomilia.com with the headline: EXPAND THE WORLD.
Give us the title of your piece and your pen name or common name, and we will publish it at this page.
Yey, lets expand the Heartcup world together.
To get you started
In this short scene, from version 3 of Heartcup, you learns how Kastun managed to draw Inguz from the dying Mother Trees heart.
KASTUNS FEAR by L.Taylor
Ever since Kastun was little, she had been drawn to the Mother Tree. She had lain by her trunk, sunk into it, absorbed its wisdom. Kastun always stayed close to the Mother, it was as if she was drawn there. If she tried to go further away it was as if the sun was dying.
When she had seen the disease spreading and knew that it meant the end of her world, she penetrated deep into the earth. It was dark and smelled of musk, wood and leaves, animals, and decaying plants. She sought her goal, and there, there it was, the Mother Tree, the centre of the forest. Kastun managed to make her way up the trunk, into the heart of the tree, which had collapsed, fighting for its life.
There, in the heart of the woodlands, heart of her world, she ucked in a part of the tree’s soul: an Inguz, a seed to a new Mother now lied in her care.
The darkness penetrated her, pressed, confined her, she had hard to breathe through the thin roots and was confused by blackness, cold and damp soil. With one hand clasped around the newborn, it was difficult to move, deep in the earth with no way out, and her direction was lost and her aim begun to falter, and the directions were lost and all was confusion and fear.
Then, her kin was calling her name. She sensed their searching, how they pushed through the ground, through the roots, and then she was pulled up, towards the surface, with the newborn in her hand.
The yellow-green shimmering newborn was like a portal straight into the riddles of the universe with a potential to create new worlds but fragile. A tiny pressure would make the newborn collapse.
So, she nursed and nurtured and watched, but in the end there was no other choice. Heartcup had responded to the summoning, and was ready to bring the newborn to new soil, and become the new Mother, but could they trust Heartcup?
The wind freshened. It now rushed furiously across the meadow, over Kastun and the Mother. It tore at the net, at the branches, at black twigs and dead seed flowers. It pulled and tore at Kastun’s hair, leafy skirt, making her sway in the wind.
Kastun allowed herself to be swayed and she wound her roots through the earth until she found a spring and sucked in fresh water that tasted like stone. She would not leave the Mother. Not until the ether told her that the newborn had come all the way through, or the Mother Tree lost its battle and died.
No, she would not be able to leave, not now, when the newborn lay in the Heartcup’s heart, protected, but with an uncertain future. A Heartcup acted on instinct and did not ally itself with anything. Trying to control Heartcup was like trying to catch the wind, she knew it, the trees knew it, and the lövjerskor knew it
