Heartcup World
A dying brook
In another time, in another world, a brook twisted into veins of mud. For rabbits and roe deer, foxes and wolves, the desolate brook became a path to the tarn, but for the vätte village it was nothing but a promise of death.
This is the beginning of the folklore fantasy Heartcup. A tale of hope, despair and dreams. Follow our unexpected heroes when they throw themselves out into the unknown, being chased by their worst nightmare.
Heartcup began with a photo received from friend. In her mind L.Taylor saw a figure in a red cloak appearing on the bridge, and it was waiting for someone. Who was Heartcup waiting for? And the tale Heartcup was born.
When the fate of the world is at stake, when hope is a thin thread, Heartcup is summoned from its fold in time.
What if you were small like a dandelion?
What if you lived with the forest and everything essential was reachable within hundred steps? What if a poison spread, that eats life, and all you know is threatened?
When Heartcup walks the earth again, Vidje knows nothing will ever be the same. All he has is his courage and willingness to risk everything. Even if the woods are ruthless, and few of those who leave return, he takes on the calling, steps out into the unknown, to save his village.
Heartcup is a tale about hope and despair. We follow our heroes, running for safety, chased by beasts, battling doubts and foe.
They have to learn how to trust. They have to learn how to survive. They have to unlearn and keep on and rise again, even if they are worn to the bone.
Vätten Vidje
Vättar live under rocks or trees. Even though they are small, they can cause trouble if people offend them. In northern Sweden, there is a road where cars often break down, for unknown reasons, and it is said that the vättar want to be left alone.
Vätten Vidje is one of the main characters. He would rather climbs up the mountain or gaze into the horizon, than share stories by the fire.
Heartcup
Heartcup walks the earth at times of chaos and change. It is a mighty force that travels through time and usurps beings in its heart. Despite its powers, it is vulnerable in its earthly form. If it meets danger it leaves earth in a heartbeat.
Heartcup is summoned to bring a new Mother to safe ground. In a cupped heart it carries the world’s hope through a woodland on the rim of devastation.
Shadowrays
At the base of Black mountain dwells beasts of shadow and stone. They are strong as bears, grim as wolves and move with one mind. Their prime game is hearts, preferably soaked in horror and despair. When they hunt nothing survives.
When a shift in the mountain wakes them, the hunt begins for the most desirable pray of all: the heart of The Red One.
THE MOTHER TREE
The Great Mother’s striving roots bring life into the world of creatures. Her branches reach up into the sky, into the heavens, into the enclosure that keeps her world protected, keeps it in place, and has done so for eons.
Since the beginning of time, the Mothers have reached into the world of men to channel its life force into her world, embracing her creatures with a veil.
If the Great Mother dies the veil crackles and the sky falls and the harsh world of men eats all. No creatures have ever survived the world of men.
Therefore, a dying mother is a time of great need, and only if a seed, an Inguz, reaches safe soil, the world of creatures survives.
THE GREAT GREY
Life force envelops the world of creatures in a dome, the boundaries are perceived as a veil of grey.
No entity has ever challenged the boundaries of the Great Grey. If they were to try, they would find themselves losing consciousness and waking up in the world of essences again.
Status of the manuscript: Editing the English version