A/N: Welcome everyone to my new fanfiction. This is quite different from my other two stories I can assure you. It has been my dream to create a fanfiction of its own world. I do hope that this is the one. My goal for this fanfiction is to reach 1k reviews. I hope everyone supports me. Thank you.

Full summary: In an ancient land call Tysarra, four races co-existed in harmony. Each race of the people was given special gifts. The gift of flight...all except for one, the Terres Race... Soon this race grew jealous of the other three. Taking advantage of their large population and elemental destine powers, they attacked mercilessly on one fateful day, creating a bloody massacre. Alas, the three races survived the onslaught as the Terre declared war against the weakened races.

Sakura was borne a year after the war began and was chosen to fight the war and was trained to be in the elite force since she was a holy destine together with people from the other two races. It was then she met her first friend, Syaoran at the mere age of one, who later... became her love.

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I need a beta... due to my overwhelming laziness. PM me or review me, either way plausible. The beta will help me read Charade AND War of Flight. I will send a new chapter to them through e-mail and they must edit it and send it back to me, where then I will post it up. Due to this, I may not be able to update every week unless the beta is quick. Sorry!

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Disclaimer: I don't own cardcaptor sakura... and I'm sure you don't too!

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Prologue: War

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Golden Lights from the orb of fire peaked through the baby clouds, breaking the darkness all over the land. Flowers bloomed as they yawned under the pinkish sky.

This was the land of Tysarra, a land full of wonder and magic. In one particular part of it, where large plots of land floated above the sea, doors of the adobes began to open as their residents stepped out, smiling.

It was the everyday routine. Fathers of each family would wake at the crack of dawn and fly off to their work.

And yes... you did read it correctly, they flew.

With wings as white as pure snow, they ascended the skies without any effort at all. They are a peaceful race, called the Oiseau.

They are ruled by the King and Queen, whose castle was found deep within Oiseau territory. Their rule over their people was always strong and the civilians respect them wholeheartedly.

They were never a forceful race as they forged strong bonds with their neighbours of Tysarra. There are three others... but let's talk about them later.

Suddenly, cry of anguish filled the air as a large group of people approached the Oiseau lands. They were dressed in red, blue and yellow armor, with faces full of hated and disgust.

The people of Oiseau were alarmed at the sudden presence of their "friends", who didn't look happy to see them. What could it be that they want?

A mother and child cowered at the intruders stepped closer. Their abode was closest to the Wing gates and was now terribly frightful of what was happening.

The leader of the platoon gave a smirk as the ruby fire symbol glowed on his forehead. He raised his palm slowly, facing the Wing gates with a concentrated expression.

Suddenly, a string of huge fireballs were expelled through his palm. His eyes were blood red although the smirk was still adorned on his face.

"BANG!"

The Wing gates crumbled as the pieces of metal flew in all directions as the army walked closer to the Oiseau lands.

The Oiseau civilians finally understood what was happening. This wasn't a friendly visit... it was an invasion!

The leader gave a snort at the sight of the escaping civilians. With a snap of his fingers, the army behind him ran towards the city.

Some, just like their leader, with ruby symbols on their foreheads shot fire arrows crafted from their powers into the bodies of the Oiseau.

The smell of burnt flesh filled the air together with the fresh scent of blood. They fire warriors were also able to create swords and spears out of fire as they mercilessly used them to severed the body parts of the escaping Oiseau.

The wings of the Oiseau were soon dyed red as cries of help and plead erupted from hoarse throats. No one came to their pure cry of help. No one.

The ones in blue, however, had the element of water. Though, they were able the freeze their element, creating weapons of frigid ice. A sneering blue-armored had caught two three year old children, their miniature wings fluttering uselessly behind them.

His eyes glowed blue as solid ice were driven through the two children bodies. With the last cry of excruciating pain, they fell limp right in front of their parents' despaired eyes.

Lastly, the ones in vivid yellow were the holders of electricity. Their best weapons were curved short swords crafted from their shocking powers. With every strike, the power shot through their victims' bodies, killing them instantly.

The Oiseau, who were being slaughtered one after another fought back with their powers, different and less trained compared to the invading forces. Even with their powers and gift of flight, they were still helpless.

Hours passed as the invading forces grew tired and retreated, leaving a battlefield dyed red. The Oiseau race, alas, survived the onslaught and struggled to stand up from their alarming loss.

The distressed Oiseau King, who received the news with shocking response of the invasion couldn't do anything to help because they didn't have any trained soldiers since they were always at peace.

Soon, he received news once again from a messenger. He tore open the letter with furious strength. It was a letter from the leader of these elemental forces, the Terre King.

The letter only contained four worlds. Simple and distinct and yet, carried the news of a horrifying new beginning.

The war has begun.

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General Fujitaka sighed as he watched droplets of rain showered upon the window. The sky was grave and dark. It has been a year since the War of Flight began. There was no sign of who was going to be the victor. Fujitaka worriedly suspected that this war may last for a long time.

Pitter... Patter...Pitter...Patter

Since the war had started, the Oiseau King had gathered the Oiseau Destine, the ones borne with powers. He announced that they would be training with the Destines of the other two races, the Beurre and Foncé. The two races had also been invaded by the Terre on the same day. They soon joined forces and fought back against the Terre.

Pitter... Patter...Pitter...Patter

The reason why Fujitaka thought that the war may last for a long period of time was that, there wouldn't be any shortage of anything. With the combined forces of the three races against the Terre, they were equal in numbers since the Terre had held the biggest population. Also, food was abundant in each territory and there wouldn't be a shortage of weapons since the weapons are the soldiers themselves.

Pitter... Patter...Pitter...Patter

The cause of the war, was soon uncovered by spies from each race. The Terre race was jealous of their neighbours' ability to fly. The people of the weakened races were furious. The war happened because of a petty emotion? As angered as they were, it was useless as the Terre showed no signs of regret as the war carried on.

Pitter... Patter...Pitter...Patter

Fujitaka and his wife were considered nobles in the Land of Oiseau. They were the best of their Destine and therefore, selected to be generals of the Oiseau race.

Pitter... Patter...Pitter...Patter

His white sun symbol was seen proudly on his forehead. He was a Summoner; a powerful one at that. Summoner's are one of the three of Oiseau Destine powers. His strongest creature, from the depth of his heart, was a pallid-scaled dragon with white wings and had the ability to shoot out white burning fire.

Pitter... Patter...Pitter...Patter

His feathered wings were spread behind his back. Slits were cut on his white general uniform. His hair was light brownish which accompanied well with his once warm coffee eyes, which were now full of grieve and despair.

Pitter... Patter...Pitter...Patter

He had been excused from the war a few months after it began. His heart felt heavy of the thought of his fellow Oiseau friends being killed day after day. His wife, named Nadeshiko Kinomoto was also a general in the Oiseau army. She was the youngest female Summoner Destine in the top general army. She, however, had been excused from the war much earlier than her husband. This woman had black hair which almost looks slivery and a pair of emerald eyes which Fujitaka had long ago fell in love with.

Pitter... Patter...Pitter...Patter

"Father! Father!"

Fujitaka's frown was broken as a young high-pitched voice came from down the hallway. Fujitaka smiled genuinely when he saw his son, at the tender age of 6, flying with his small white ashen feathered wings outspread. The heart symbol was very much noticeable on his forehead.

This boy, also a Destine, was a Tamer. He has the ability to tame wild creatures and nurture them. His ability to breed them was also part of his powers. Tamers would be very useful in the war, where they would tame creatures to help battle in it.

The young boy flew into his father outstretched arms, laughing while he did so.

"I passed my flying test! On my first try! Yay!"

Fujitaka laughed at his child's fervent behavior. Touya was his six-year old son, now placed under training to tame wild beasts. His ability was recognized early and was said to have his parents' strong magical gene.

Touya has dark black hair and innocent russet-coloured eyes. He was lucky to have survived the massacre since his home was deep within Oiseau territory. Even so, Touya had been chosen to serve in the army when he got older. Fujitaka was grateful that Touya, being a Tamer was needed backstage instead of upfront in the battlefield.

"Where's mother?"

Fujitaka used his wing to point at a locked door, "Your mother is in there. She's giving birth to a young Oiseau just like you. He or she will be your younger sibling. You're finally going to be an older brother Touya!"

In Fujitaka's heart, he worried for his new child. It was possible that he or she might be a Destine. If she were to acquire one of the three powers, he hoped he or she would be a tamer like Touya as well. If better, not even a Destine.

The third power was the power of Holy magic. It was much similar to the elemental powers of the Terres. Their symbol is a star on their forehead. They are able to craft weapons of light and expel light energy from their bodies.

Brown chocolate eyes widen in excitement, "REALLY? Can we go in now?"

Fujitaka shook his head slowly, disappointing his son quite a lot. "Not until the door opens from the other-"

"General Kinomoto. Your wife has given birth!"

Two heads turned simultaneously to the door where a panting Oiseau nurse can be seen.

"It's a girl!"

Touya detached himself hurriedly from his father and flew into the room saying, "I have a sister! I have a sister! I have a sister!"

Fujitaka was seconds behind his son. When he stepped through the door, he saw his beautiful smiling wife holding a pink blanket on the bed with Touya already hovering beside her. Nadeshiko's wings weren't on her back. She had willed them to disappear before being placed on the bed.

Fujitaka walked slowly over to his wife, smiling all the while, No words could express his happiness at that point.

"Her name is Sakura. We have already decided right Fujitaka?"

The general nodded numbly as his wife handed the pink bundle of blanket over to him.

Fujitaka couldn't speak when he finally saw his newborn child. Her cheeks were as rosy as they could ever get. She had her mother's emerald jade orbs and had his auburn hair. Her chubby hands were reaching out from the blanket, as if she knew that the man in front of her was connected to her in some way.

"She's beautiful..."

"Yes she is."

Fujitaka smiled when he continued to play with his child. Suddenly, a white flash was seen on her forehead.

Everyone gasped at the scene. Fujitaka and Nadeshiko looked at each other worriedly... if Sakura was a Destine...

The light carved a shape of the newborn head. Everyone waited with bated breath to see these newborn Destine given powers. Slowly but surely, the light died out and gasps filled the room.

Fujitaka's fingers quivered as his eyes set upon the shape on his daughter's forehead

On the young girl's forehead, as clear as day, was a star.

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To be continued...


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A/N: An edited version of the prologue. A suggestion from one of my reviewers! I think it suit the story much better now. Read the next chapter. I've posted it up together with this.