The High Queen Magenta Viilnor. High Queen of the Fairy, Creator Goddess of Ithia, Nature Incarnate. 

Known as Magenta Viilnor, The High Queen, The First, The Eternal, The Golden Doe, The Realm Maker, The Bound, The Singer of Worlds, The Thorn Crowned, The All-Fairy, The Great Golden Goddess, and The Majesty. 

Magenta Viilnor is not to be described in words as crudely formed as beautiful, she is not merely divine, she is every indescribable wonder that escapes words, she is the wonder of a couple beholding their child for the first time. The glory of breaching the heavens and looking down upon your home for the first time. She is a child’s first view of a stary sky untainted by light below. She is all that makes the world magical with hair of spun gold that hangs down to the ground and snakes around her forming a great starburst of golden gleam around her for tens of feet in any direction. Great antlers rise above her as if they mean to hold up the heavens all on their own.  

Magenta Viilnor is all that is wild, untamed, regal, majestic, the kind of entity other gods dream to be half as noble. When Viilnor walks, the world shapes to accommodate her. When she sits the world shapes a seat to catch her, there is no malice, never malice.  

‘Viilnor came before there was, she came before the darkness, and when she was, she shaped the darkness with the closing of eyelids and brought forth the light with their opening. When the world was young there came the Three who were greater than she, driven by greed, terror, and malice. They bound her but could never break her and, in their terror, they split from her the chaos, her order, her creation, her ruin, her life, and her death forming the six queens of the Fae to weaken her. They cut from her wings and shaped from them the heavens. They cut from her the golden hair and shaped from it the earth, they broke off from her the antlers and raised mountains from the bone. They captured her tears and rose the oceans. They brought blade and found that for all their bloated power she was a true God one that could not die and their terror grew.  They bound her to a prison, to a tree, from which the Courts grew. Where she could watch the world ruled over by the false gods who came and went like the tides.’