Hey Stars! Please be nice to meet because this is the FIRST time I writing a LOK fanfic! Bolin is a girl; I wish he was so that Mako can be really proactive of her. That's just me, so see you at the bottom!

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In the busy city of Republic, there was a small family that was about to have another addition. Two-year old Mako was restlessly sitting in one of many hard chairs that took up the small hospital waiting room. His father was pacing around and mumbling in front of him, the frantic father looking like he was going to ware a hole in the poor floor

"Papa is okay?" Little Mako asked his father, his little lips turning into a pout. He had heard Momma yelling earlier. She looked really hurt, and he didn't like it. "Momma is okay?"

His father stopped his mild-meltdown, looking tenderly down at his little boy. "Papa is okay, buddy. I'm just worried about Mama."

Before Mako could asked another question about Mama, the doctor came in and told his Papa that his mama was okay, and they can go see her. His father's face instantly changed from fear to joy. He had tears in his eyes. When Mako asked Papa why he had tears, he said that is was okay, that they were happy tears. When father and son reached the hospital room, Mako saw his mother was cradling something in her lap. Mako wanted to know what it was. What that what was hurting Mama before? Papa brought him over to have a closer look.

"She's beautiful," his father gasped, taking the tiny baby in his giant arms and cooing softly. "Hi, baby girl..."

"Meet your new sister, Mako," his mother said, her ebony hair screwed out on the pillow in a tangled, sweaty mess. "Her name is 'Bolin'.

The two-year old peered over into the blanket, and saw the bright green eyes of his little sister for the first time.

The chubby cheeks, ebony stubble on the big head, and deep, forest green eyes of the newborn looked back at him with innocence. "Hi Bowin," he said with his little voice, "I'm your new bhig brudder."

His mother smiled, and stroked the baby's cheek. "As a big brother, you have to protect her, Mako. Can you do that for Mama?"

"I pwomish!" Mako squealed with delight, looking at his sister who was fast asleep in Mama's arms. She was to tiny, he thought.

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{Six years later}

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The family had just finished a busy day together, ending the evening with watching the Summer Solstice Parade, and was about to go home to get the children to bed.

"That was so much fun!" squeaked Bolin.

Mako smiled, just as excited as his sister. The family was almost home, but stopped by something that came out of the shadows. A man appeared, his eyes blood shot, and his hands crackling with flames.

"Give me the money, and nobody gets hurt!" the thief yelled, the fire getting hotter. Mako and Bolin hid behind their parents in fear.

Their Papa stood his ground, firmly telling the thief that they did not have any money with them, having spent it all at the parade.

"You expect me to believe that?" The thief was getting angrier, not believing them at all. His face grew dark, and he stepped closer.

Their mother pushed the boys behind her. "Mako," she whispered, trying to keep the fear out of her voice," take Bolin somewhere safe. Hurry!"

"W-what about y-you and Papa?" He asked, tears pooling over his eyes. He was getting scared, and didn't want to leave Mama and Papa alone.

Mako remembered how his mother had smiled that loving smile of hers, how her calm voice betrayed her fear when she told them, "We'll be fine, sweetheart. Go take your sister and run to the 'll meet you there soon. I need you to be a brave boy for me, okay?"

Shaking with fear as he looked at the man, Mako did as he was told. He grabbed Bolin's hand, and the brother and sister ran and ran as fast as they could; they stopped at an alleyway, too afraid and out of breath to make it to the park.

Mako bent down to his sister. "Stay here, Bolin, and stay hidden, okay? I'll be right back," the eight year old boy said.

Bolin's whole body shook, tears still coming, "P-please don't l-leave, Mako! I-I'm scared!"

"Don't worry. It's be okay. I'll be right back before you know it," He said as he raced back to where he last saw his parents.

But it wasn't okay. What Mako saw, he would never be able to erase from his mind for the rest of his life.

The horrid stench of human flesh came running through his nose; the only thing that wasn't burned was his father bright red scarf that was crumpled on the ground nearby. Blood splattered the ground.

"M-mama, Papa!" he cried in horror running through him He wanted to stay here with his parents. They couldn't leave him! This couldn't be happening!

His mother reached out a shaky hand up to him, her mouth covered in blood. "A-as a big b-brother... you have t-to protect her, Mako..."

'This will be the last time I will cry,' he thought, drying up his last tears and grabbed his father's scarf; he wrapped it around his neck. The eight year old quickly ran back to his little sister, who still crying.

"You're back!" she sobbed, running up and giving him a hug, "Where's Mama and Papa?"

Mako hugged his sister close. He had no idea what to say, but he couldn't lie to her. "They're...they're in a better place, Bo."

"Why can't we go?" the six year old asked simply.

The older shook his head, "No... We have stay here."

The siblings then cuddled to keep warm in the windy city of the Republic. That was the two sibling's first night on their own in Republic City, and there would be many, many more to come.

Thanks for reading this chapter, I hope I got the characters right and the situation wasn't too weird. Please review it, favorite it, and follow it because this shows that this one new story will work.

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Lollypopqueen