A/N: Hi everyone! This story has elements of Avatar but set in the Naruto world, where bending kind of replaces jutsu lol. This will not follow the plot of either ATLA or LoK but will borrow some concepts to help build its own arc. I do not own ATLA, LoK, or Naruto. Open to any ideas and suggestions you may have for the direction of this story, please review and let me know what you think! Enjoy :)

Fire. Earth. Water. Air. A long time ago, four independent nations lived together in relative peace with the Avatar, master of all four elements, keeping the balance. This all changed when disease and famine began to inexplicably ravage the nations. Konoha, Suna, Kiri, and Uzushio fell into war with one another in order to provide for their weakening populations. It wasn't until Avatar Minato, an airbender from Uzushio, managed to do what no other avatar before him could. He brought the warring states together to create a unified federation, each sharing their knowledge, culture, and resources with one another resulting in an unprecedented era of peace. This prosperous period would bring a revival of the arts, an influx of migration amongst nations, and a surge of new technology and infrastructure to further connect the four nations.

But the harmony would not last. Orochimaru of the legendary sannin, that trained Minato himself, would come to betray him. Working together with Madara Uchiha of Konoha, the two orchestrated an attack on Uzushio, leading to its complete destruction as well as the demise of Avatar Minato. The other nations, in fear of following the fate of Uzushio, swore loyalty to Orochimaru and the Uchiha. They would rule the lands with no mercy, monopolizing means of production and enslaving valuable benders.

The death of Avatar Minato left a large spot to be filled and the world wondered when the next Avatar would emerge to bring peace and balance back to the world.

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Haruno Kizashi wasn't exactly sure when he realized that his daughter was not... normal. Of course, she was always a precocious child, with a reading comprehension a little beyond that of a kid her age, but it wasn't until she was about three years old that he began to understand just how truly different she was.

"Sakura? Sakura, dear please come out here!" Kizashi called from their small backyard. A soft pitter patter of feet answered him, followed by a tentative "Yes, papa?"

"Sakura...what happened to your mother's flowerbeds here?" He asked, staring at the scorched earth where a garden once was.

A pause. Large green eyes peered up at him before they began to fill with tears. "Wahhhhhh!!! Papa I'm so so sorry I didn't mean to, it was an accident! I just wanted to pick flowers for Mama!" Sakura cried.

"Shhh, it's okay sweetheart, it's okay." Kizashi answered, crouching down to wrap his arms around his young daughter. "Just, please don't play with matches, you're too young to be playing with fire."

Sakura's sobs began to die down before she turned a confused gaze up to her father. "Matches? But papa, I didn't play with matches..."

Now it was Kizashi's turn to look confused. "What do you mean, sweetheart? Don't tell me you made a fire with your bare hands!" Kizashi laughed.

"But I did papa! Look!" Sakura reached down to grab one of the few remaining flowers between her tiny fist. She squeezed her eyes shut, as if to concentrate, and Kizashi watched dumbfounded as a small flame seemed to travel up the thin stem of the cosmos to engulf the entire flower, petal by petal, until only ash remained.

Kizashi could only look on, stunned. Him and his wife both came from a family of non-benders but it wasn't unheard of for a family of non-benders to produce an individual capable of bending. He forced a smile, "Wow! Would you look at that. My daughter, a bender!"

Sakura's shimmering eyes, so much like her mother's, beamed at him. "Really papa? You're proud of me?"

A bender meant military. A bender meant fighting. A bender meant fighting for the Uchiha. Kizashi forced another smile, "Of course, dear. How could I be nothing but proud of you?"

Sakura let out a squeal and threw her arms around her father again while repeatedly stomping her feet in excitement. This time his smile became more genuine. So what? Sakura was a fire bender. It wouldn't be too bad, right? Maybe she could get a cushy position as a palace guard. Or better yet, become a bending instructor at the academy! Yeah. It wouldn't be all that bad.

Except... Sakura's stomping continued and with each stomp, small tremors rocked the earth beneath them. Kizashi could only gape, wide eyed as thin fissures cracked along the ground, with his three year old daughter's tiny feet as the epicenter.

Oh. Oh. Kizashi thought. This is very bad.