Eleanor of Aquitaine did not know she could change the world. Few caught in her charms could ever guess; her enemies would never believe; but she and her kin-court would travel the world and transform it in a fundamental way; only after great catastrophe.
In the twelfth century of the Christian era, when prosperous Aquitaine governed the western region of the Franks, Eleanor was conceived in medieval times, not knowing these were medieval times; but no person knows into which era they will come to live.
First born into being, troubadours set words to meter while a trove of children twirled through a forest of whirls into bony-kneed youth. The little nobs called themselves rad; in their time known as hrad: a hasty eager elated soul, always ready and quick, as had been its meaning five hundred years prior to her birth. Playing the tongue of the times, hrads were hreds, for the most hrad had tinges of red hair or the whole flame itself. The citizens of Poitiers, the capitol of the region, hailed the lot ‘girls,’ including the male. Aquitaines knew that up to the count of years on two hands plus two fingers, a typical female is taller, stronger, and smarter in play. ‘Boy’ was a title the male earned later on; you’ll see. This was the time of troubadours, personal music, when water mills drove automatic machines. Rivers, the power of all things, propelled Aquitaine forward bringing Europa’s first light renaissance.
In the sky blue age we were all one pink race. From the milky billow we unborn angels descended bloody wild – curious and ready to play. Climbing the birdsong trees, we surveyed silvery childhood, unaware how much was brought to luster by mothers and fathers; our parents afforded that we, their little ones, enjoy at least briefly, more freedom than they ever had.
Living in such a domain in the year 1130, Amira, a hrad of eight-springs, experienced a day of liberty the same day her father lost his; a day by the waterwheel, the day she broke open the rock and found the fire, the day Amira discovered Spark.