Havok Publishing

Fire and Water

By Rachel Ann Michael Harris

Mizu rubbed his thumb around the gold edge of the pendant. The pearl in the center shimmered under the lantern light. A gift from Father. His sly smile when he’d handed Mizu the cloth-wrapped present still vivid in his mind.

When he’d unwrapped it, Mizu’d been tongue-tied and stammered a poor excuse for a thank you. Father just laughed.

“Be careful with it,” his father said. “It’s fragile. Much like life.”

Within the jewel’s white sheen, he could almost see his ancestor diving for pearls to provide for his family, until the day he’d received his powers, which elevated him from his lowly status. This was the last pearl he’d ever dived for.

Since that day, it had been passed down from his great-grandfather to his grandfather, to his father, and now, to him. Water flowed from his fingers and he spread it over the pearl, adding to the pearl’s sparkle.

A shadow fell over his shoulder, darkening the pearl’s surface. He startled and swung around. But he relaxed when he saw it was only Netsu.

“You scared me, brother.” Mizu grinned up at him. “Happy birthday.”

His twin gave a quick half smile but dropped it a moment later.

“Something wrong?”

“No,” Netsu mumbled.

Mizu squinted at him. Netsu was the energetic and talkative one. It wasn’t like him to be quiet.

The twins were complete opposites except for each other’s shadows. Wherever one went, the other was there. They shared everything, so Mizu was confused why Netsu hesitated now.

Before Mizu could say anything, Netsu said, “Walk with me in the garden?”


They strolled in silence over the stone bridge and beneath the crimson leaves of the momiji trees. Round, hanging lanterns lit the meandering, stone path, but little else. They walked for a while, then Netsu dropped back. Mizu slowed, but Netsu didn’t catch up.

Perhaps he just wants a private place to talk. But even as he thought it, the idea sounded more like something Mizu would want, not Netsu.

Then he heard the crackle of fire behind him. Mizu ducked and rolled as a ball of red flames flew over his head and ignited a momiji tree. His heart drummed in his ears.

Rolling to his knees, he looked up at his brother. Netsu’s hands were engulfed with flames, casting a nimbus of red about him.

“What are you doing?” Mizu remained still, confused by Netsu’s actions.

“That pearl is mine.”

Mizu touched the pendent, shocked by Netsu’s rage.

“Why did Father give it to you? I’m older than you. Why not me?” Fire flared around Netsu as he spoke. “What makes you so special?”

Netsu tossed a jet of flame at him. Mizu rolled away and to his feet before unleashing a wave of water. As it washed over Netsu, his flames extinguished with a sizzle, knocking him to his knees. He choked, spewing water from his lungs as he pushed himself up.

Mizu fisted his hands, cutting off the water. Netsu’s flame was a part of him as much as the air they breathed. If he used too much water, it would be like dousing a campfire with no hope of reigniting the flame. His brother would drown.

A thin stream of flame shot past Mizu, igniting a bush beside him as Netsu raised himself on shaky legs. The bush raged inches from Mizu, causing his skin to dry and crack before he summoned enough water to dowse the flames. He flinched from the pain.

Netsu needs to calm down. Steadying his voice, Mizu said, “Brother, stop before one of us gets hurt. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I am more powerful than you, and I deserve that honor.” The flames around Netsu flared higher, the heat wafting over Mizu, searing his throat and making him cough. “I’ll prove it.”

Flames rushed toward Mizu, spreading into a circle and enveloping him in an oven. With practiced movements, Mizu swiveled, trying to smother the flames. Instead, he was shot off his feet. A searing pain scorched his chest as he landed on his back.

The fire circle reappeared, larger than before. The world turned red as the flames inched their way toward him. Water shot from his hands, but when the two elements collided, Mizu’s water turned to steam as the flames pushed back.

The blaze grew, closing in around him and drying the air until he could no longer hold the flames at bay. They broke through. He raised his arms over his head. Like the sun drying a river, his skin cracked, withered, and shriveled as the fire roared around him.

A cool wind blew across Mizu’s cheek, startling him awake. When had the fire stopped?

He tried lifting a hand. It was a patchwork of pink and black skin. The grass was burned away, while small patches of flame still clung to the garden’s branches.

Netsu stood a few feet back, hands extended, but shaking. “Mizu?”

Mizu groaned. Netsu took a few cautious steps forward, then rushed to his side. Kneeling, Netsu reached out but didn’t touch him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

With his charred hand, Mizu grasped his brother’s wrist. “Netsu.” His voice came out as a croak.

“Netsu?” Behind them, their older brother, Daichi, stood frozen on the path. “What have you done?”

Netsu looked from Mizu to Daichi, shaking as his breath came out in gasps.

“Netsu…” Mizu tried to squeeze his brother’s wrist, willing him to stay, afraid of what he might do, but didn’t have the strength.

Netsu tore himself away and created a wall of flames between them and Daichi. Giving Mizu one last glance, Netsu clenched his jaw as a tear fell. “I’m sorry.”

Mizu reached for Netsu as his brother bolted into the night.

Beside Mizu lay the pendant, the pearl cracked and tinted red from the dying fire. He laid his fingers on it. It’ll be okay, Netsu. Wherever you go, I’ll go too.

Rate this story:

12 votes, average: 2.25 out of 312 votes, average: 2.25 out of 312 votes, average: 2.25 out of 3 (12 votes, average: 2.25 out of 3)
You need to be a registered member to rate this.Loading...


Rachel Ann Michael Harris is the writer of fantasy stories and is working on her first full length novel. Raised in Minnesota, she loves reading, rivers, and binge-watching TV, even though she should be writing. She’s been published in various anthologies as well as with Havok and Untold Podcast. To keep up with her writing and fascination with dragons, you can visit her Facebook, Instagram, or website.

More Stories | Author Website | Facebook | Instagram

Join our elite group of members…

12 comments - Join the conversation


  • I like it! And neither brother had the clear advantage– I liked that you made the point that neither was a “better person” through their powers.

    • Thanks, Rose. It was fun to write about their powers and what they could do with them but, yeah, neither was a “better person” because they had this power or that power. Glad you enjoyed it!

  • I like the oriental flavor of this piece. It reminds me a bit of the Cain and Able story. It seems reasonable that the father would have given a pearl from the sea to the son who had the power of water. But, really, couldn’t he have given the other brother something as well? Sheesh.

    • I was going for the Cain and Able idea so I’m glad it gave the feeling. Netsu actually did get something but I was running out of room to include all of what was going on.

    • Awe, thanks Deborah. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’ve started working on expanding this and… talk about feels. I’ve made myself cry a few time.

  • Wow, it looks like another story I need to have in my life. Do you plan on writing a novel?? It was beautiful. Their love for one another, even when Netsu when nuts there. You could tell he had instant regret. Mizu doesn’t resent him or anything like that either. Just beautiful.
    Also, just the otaku in me, is Netsu- the fire dude- a nod to Natsu, from Fairy Tail? Just curious.

    • Thank you so much. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Yes, I’m planning on expanding this into a novel but not sure when it’ll be released. Sorry to say, I’ve never read Fairy Tale. But, I could see how the characters would be similar since Netsu is the Japanese word for “heat”. Apparently, there doesn’t seem to be a Japanese word that means “fire”. But there are ones that mean “water” and “earth” and I used them for other characters in this story. ;)

      • Oh, wow! I didn’t know there wasn’t a name for “fire” in Japanese. I like how you did that though, “heat” is a good choice. I’m excited about you expanding this into a full length story! And Fairy Tail is just an anime/manga I know of. The main character also uses fire, so I wondered if it was on purpose. I guess they had the same kind of thought as you though, with the name meaning. Thanks for the reply!

        • No problem. I love responding to readers. I’m guessing the manga had the same thought process, too, which makes me wonder if that means great minds think alike (ha ha). I had considered “fire” and “blaze” as well but I liked the sound of Netsu best. And I was worried if I wrote Hi for “fire” no one would understand.

  • I really liked the Cain and Abel connection! I caught it when Netsu asked to meet Mizu in the garden. I wonder if that last line, Mizu’s thought, connects to the earlier comment about the twins being each other’s shadows. Does it mean Mizu won’t survive, and something magical is afoot?

    • Hey AMediting. Glad you caught the Cain and Abel connection. :) I like how you connected the “shadow” comment and the ending thought but I won’t reveal if Mizu survives or not. I’m going to have to keep some secrets for a while. :D

Your Dose of Weekday Fun

Welcome to Havok, where everyone gets  free flash fiction every weekday and members of the Havok Horde can access the archives, rate the stories, and contend for reader prizes! Join the Horde, or enjoy today’s story… we hope you’ll do both!

Havok Story Podcast profile pic

Archives by Genre / Day

Archives by Month