Little Mako is just as brooding and angsty as older Mako.
Chapter 3: Mako
It was 3 in the morning when Bolin had finally drifted off into a deep sleep. Mako untangled himself from his little brother and stretched out his limbs.
Talking about family had taken him to the memories he had buried in the deepest corners of his mind and set them on replay. The horrific scene played over and over behind his closed eyelids, not letting him rest. Mako decided to walk down the to the pier and dip his toes into the freezing water to fully wake up. Sleep was a lost cause tonight.
He looked up at the statue in the bay. The inky night sky spotted with stars was the perfect backdrop for the statue of a hero. It made Aang look majestic and powerful as he looked over his peaceful metropolis. Mako scoffed at the thought.
"Peaceful. Now there's a joke," he spat. "Crime is rising. People are being murdered and starving in the streets. Is that the plan you and Fire Lord Zuko had for us?"
Mako's resentment towards the past Avatar grew. This all-powerful being, this symbol of hope just let his parents die in front of him, forcing the then eight year-old to become a parent for his six year-old brother. Were their problems not important enough for the Avatar? Was the imbalance in their lives not enough for him to intervene?
"Where were you?" Mako asked the statue angrily. "WHERE WERE YOU? We needed hope. We needed protection. Why didn't you help us?" Tears were streaming down his face as he screamed at the statue.
He crumpled to the ground and curled in on himself. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. How could the universe be so cruel? Why were he and his brother chosen to suffer this much?
Mako wiped his face and stared at the statue. Then he did something he never allowed himself to do.
He wished. He wished with all of his heart.
Mako wished for the Avatar to come save him.
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