Hey Maestro, I never flashed before, and had no clue what a 100 words looked like. So, I limited myself to one page, and found I was way over.
I figured since I failed miserably, and ended up posting it on the writers thread. Then I thought it was the wrong place to put it, but I don't know how to delete threads.
At anyrate, since I bothered to write it, even though it goes over, I thought I'd paste it here for feedback. Honestly, I think I could turn it into a children's story. Here goes:
Kontendra, queen of the eagles, spread her magnificent wings, and took to the sky, headed straight for the darkening storm. The other birds laughed and mocked, especially Jada the dark black storm crow, who passed Kontendra, fleeing in the opposite direction.
Jada mocked, “You fool, who named you queen of the birds, when you show no wisdom, as your folly is taking you to your doom; can’t you see that this is the storm of the century, with terrible winds, and dark foaming clouds, whipping in vengeance? Your wings shall be torn asunder, and your dead carcass shall be thrown to the ground. Then, finally, all will see that I, Jada Stormcrow, am wisest of birds, for at least I know to run from the fury of the storms.”
But Kontendra was not dismayed, nor did she turn back. Instead, she dove into the winds, and there she found what she expected, moving ahead of the storm was the most powerful updraft. She did not beat her wings against the winds, but stretched them out wide and firm, and the winds took her effortlessly higher and higher. The updraft, carried her above the darkness, sailing into the sunshine above the clouds, and there she stayed until the fury of the storm had passed.
After the storm, she returned back to her domain, and there she saw Jada Stormcrow, beaten and missing half of her feathers. Jada was astonished, “You are not missing even one feather, and yet, you flew into the fury of the storm.”
Kontendra said, “You have mocked because you do not understand that greater danger awaits those who fear the power of the winds of life, who turn to flee, because it will eventually overcome you. When you understand that the very strength of the winds that come against you, are winds that can be mastered, and winds that can lift you higher than you have ever flown before, fear is replaced with confidence. I turned into the storm, and you ran away, and who now appears to be the fool?”