Quest for the Avatar Cards
A Cardcaptor Sakura/Avatar: The Last Airbender & Legend of Korra crossover.
Prologue:
A/N: Soooooo, lets try this again? I lost everything I just typed here. *sigh* Wow, it's been awhile...
So, to make a long story short, I'm back! Couldn't decide what series I wanted to write a fic about between Avatar: TLA & LOK or Cardcaptor Sakura, so I decided why not write a fic about both!? I LOVE the world that Mike and Bryan have created, and I missed writing about my favorite anime character of all times - Li, Syaoran.
I put a lot of thought into how I used the characters in this fic. Remember, this is only the prologue. There is lots to come! I only hope that everyone will enjoy the aspects I have pulled from both anime's. TBH, this is my first Crossover.
Please, I LOVE Comments and feedback, so long as it's constructive. No hate messages, please. If you don't like it, please be mature enough then to not read it.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the setting. Only the idea for this belong to me. Avatar: The Last Airbender & Avatar: The Legend of Korra belong to Michael Dante DiMartino & Bryan Konietzko. CardCaptor Sakura belongs to the wonderful Ladies of CLAMP
"Prince Touya, we beseech aid from your father, the Earth King," a peasant begged to the prince of Ba Sing Se, who had come in King Fujitaka's place to receive the refugees who fled into the city from a small village in the valley.
The young man regarded the older, weather beaten man kindly. "Yes, of course, and you will receive it, I assure you. I have come to carry word back to my father about the severity of the situation." The lower ring was crowded with men, women, and children who arrived with nothing more than the clothes on their back.
"It came out of nowhere, your highness!" A ragged looking woman, whose dress was torn and dirty – presumably from her ordeal – exclaimed. She carried a baby in a wrap, around her chest. Her eyes were red and her face was tearstained. "It took my child… my young son..." That one sentence, being more then she could handle, made her eyes water and her face deform into a sorrowful expression.
Touya's heart wrenched at the woman's pain. The loss of a loved one was something that he could understand well, having had lost his own mother when he was just ten. He knew there was nothing he could say that would be of any condolence to the woman. He did reach out, though, and drew her into a strong hug. Her tears soaked his shirt until her baby's cries forced them apart.
"Forgive me, your Highness," she sniffled and adjusted the baby into her arms. A man, possibly her husband, came to lead her away to a booth where citizens of the city were offering food, clothing, and shelter to those in need.
Having heard and seen enough, the prince turned back to where his driver awaited him. The year was 575AG – After the Air Nomad Genocide. The 100 year war ended 475 years ago. It has been 404 years since the spirit world and the material world were unified – making it possible for spirits and humans to live together, side by side. For the past 200 years, the world has been peaceful, without the help of the Avatar.
Though he stared out the window of the motor vehicle, he didn't see any of the scenery. Instead, he reviewed the information that he had gathered for his father. From the accounts of the refugees, a massive tornado ripped through the country side, destroying at least one village that they knew of thus far.
Meanwhile, while the prince of the Earth Kingdom conversed with his father about the current situation happening in their country side, the princess of the Earth Kingdom was on a field trip with her fellow airbending pupils to the Eastern Air Temple. Her title, here, meant nothing to her. She was an airbender, like her mother. When she turned ten, she was sent to Air Temple Island to be trained.
Six years later, she and her peers were here with the hopes to "earn their arrows." This was their third day of fasting and extensive meditation. It was abruptly interrupted, though, when the mountains themselves began to tremble and shake. Everything that could, took to the skies; whether it be air bison or gliders. As the mountains cracked and crumbled, bridges started to collapse.
Sakura flew through the skies. Most of her friends were safe, but there was one she couldn't find. Catching a down draft, she glided closer to the temple. Expertly maneuvering around a bend, she spotted who she was looking for, Chiharu. Chiharu wasn't the greatest bender, by far, and it appeared that her glider had made a crash landing.
The earthquake continued to weaken the structure walls until chunks of it were shaken loose. It wasn't hard for Sakura to notice how one of those chunks was headed straight for a very unsuspecting Chiharu. Great Spirits, she'd never make it, Sakura was too far to help and was fighting against air resistance. Tilting her glider to the side, she went into a downward spiral and called for the aid of a wind gust to speed her on the way. But still, she'd be too late.
Sakura's heart pounded in her ears. She needed to do something else, but what? "Chi!" She screamed to her friend, but her voice was lost to the sound of the wind. On a whim, she let go of her glider. It was quickly caught by the wind, without the weight of its rider, and whipped away. Sakura free fell several feet. Feeling the wind engulf her, she merged with it, became one with it, and rocketed with it towards Chiharu's doom. The force of the wind cushioned Sakura upon their collision into the chunk of temple wall, but she was thrown forward upon its impact onto the temple ground, and everything went black.
It was Crowned Prince Syaoran's sixteenth birthday and should have been the day of his coronation. However, his mother – who had been acting as Fire Lord since his father's untimely death – didn't feel that he was ready to take over his rightful duties.
Angered, he had stormed off and was now blowing off some steam on one of the training fields. It was unbelievably cold for this time of the year in the Fire Nation, but he hadn't noticed the visible puff of his breath in the air. Or, if he had, he'd just passed it off as being from his inner fire which was currently a raging inferno. How could his mother deny him his birthright? He was a master firebender, far succeeding any of trainers. He was skilled with the use of both fire and lightening, and was a master swordsman for added bonus. He had trained his whole life for this moment, and it had been stolen from him without justifiable cause – in his opinion.
His trance, as he threw flame after flame, lightning bolt after lightning bolt, at the unsuspecting target dummy with no mercy, was broken only when something cold and wet landed on his nose. Another fell on his cheek and still another landed in his eye, causing him to blink and wipe frantically at his face. Was it raining? It didn't feel like rain, though. When he finally paid attention to his surroundings and actually noticed his environment, he was taken back with surprise to see the white, fluffy, flakes that were starting to fall with more abundance.
His body was still hot from his furry and he first turned to look towards the volcano. Did it no longer lay dormant? Was it blowing ash? Upon further investigation, though, he noticed that the flakes were melting into his palm.
Tomoyo pulled off her parka, glad to let the heavy coat drop away from her. She brushed off her uncanny warmth to working too hard. Even with all of the modern conveniences that made life in the Southern Water Tribe much more bearable then she was sure it had been in the past, there was still a lot of work that needed to be done in preparation for the coming winter season. While commercial trade provided the tribe with foods and spices from all around the world, they were still the world's leaders when it came to seafood delicacies and fur trading.
In fact, she was out with her mother, the Chieftess, Sonomi, and a group of their top hunters and waterbenders on a whale hunt. They rode in half a dozen boats and navigated along the coast. Soon, they would be passing through a straight of glaciers. When they came around the bend that would lead them there, what should have been a monstrous passage of floating snow and ice was little in comparison and almost unrecognizable.
