The Ascenders: A Red Wraith Prequel
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A rabble-rouser with burn scars marring his neck and face. A runaway slave who limps and mutters to himself. Another exile, this one riddled with pockmarks and accompanied by a dirty seagull. A dowser who braids her hair in elaborate patterns threaded with blue flowers.
What do these outcasts—these reluctant witches and warlocks and shamans—have in common? They’re about to find out.
And it will cause them to love, fight, and kill each other.
Please note:
- An earlier version of this novella won an Honorable Mention from the Writers of the Future Contest in 2015.
- The current iteration doesn’t fully resolve on its own—it’s meant as a lead-in to The Red Wraith (a full-length novel set in an alternate Early America).
Nick Wisseman
Nick Wisseman lives in the woods of Michigan with his wife, kids, ten dogs, sixty cats, and forty horses. (The true number of pets is an order of magnitude smaller, but most days it feels like more.) He’s not quite sure why he loves writing twisted fiction, but there’s no stopping the weirdness once he’s in front of a computer. You can find the complete list of oddities on his website: www.nickwisseman.com
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The Ascenders - Nick Wisseman
The Red Wraith, my first novel-length historical fantasy, was always the story of Naysin, a Native American (or original
) boy who becomes the conduit for magic’s reentry into an alternate version of Early America. But the early drafts included the points of view of several other characters. Eventually, I realized these secondary tales didn’t quite fit. I still loved them, though, and vowed to make sure they didn’t stay forgotten on the cutting room floor.
One of the excerpts stands well enough by itself that I was able to split it off into The Battle Dancer, a novella that serves as a lead-in to The Red Wraith. The other stories are too intertwined to separate without gruesome surgery, so I’ve included some of them together here.
Fair warning: what follows doesn’t fully conclude on its own—the ultimate resolution lies in The Red Wraith.
If you’re okay with that, read on.
Chase
It was raining again . Whenever Chase was angry, it rained.
Maybe the Lord was trying to tell him something.
"I’m not going to do anything, Chase mumbled as he held his thumb, still throbbing from an errant hammer blow.
You know that."
It was true. Or at least it had been the last two years: he hadn’t summoned hellfire since torching New Kent. Not in anger, anyway. He’d conjured a spark or two to stay alive—mostly during the winters, when a fire at night was the difference between life and death—but that was it. No conflagrations, no infernos.
Just little sins. He was done with big ones.
Of course, when something tried his patience, he wasn’t above being tempted. Like this chair leg: how hard was it to accept a nail? The seat needed to be fixed—and he wanted to fix it—but the thrice-damned leg seemed determined to crook his nails and cast his hammer blows awry. It didn’t help that Pik had hopped atop the chair and started chattering; the brown squirrel seemed to take particular pleasure in Chase’s failures. Torching the little beast would have been immensely satisfying.
But now it was raining.
You’re lucky he’s looking out for you,
Chase told Pik as he nodded toward the spitting sky, setting his ropy blonde hair jiggling like a three-brace of eels. Were it up to me, you’d be barbecue.
After reclaiming the hammer—which he’d thrown aside after it betrayed his trust—he walked into his house to wait out the deluge. Pik scampered after him, no doubt hoping for a handout. Insatiable beastie.
At least the roof was finally watertight. It felt like he’d been plugging holes since he arrived. And that wasn’t the only thing wrong with the cabin—his humble, ramshackle little cabin. Clearly, the settlers who’d constructed it hadn’t been master craftsmen in the Old World.
He’d been happy to find it, though. In those first months after leaving New Kent for good, he’d come across larger empty structures. Sometimes entire native villages—victims of the pox, no doubt. But he couldn’t live in a ghost town. That was too much emptiness; a small house was enough. And being alone suited him. There was no settlement to lead here, no colonists to inspire. No New World to found. It was just him, his cabin, and the wilderness. That was all a man really required. Give or take a greedy squirrel.
The rain became heavier. And you, my Lord,
Chase amended as he surveyed the roof again. It goes without saying that I need you.
Still no leaks. Maybe his plugs were actually going to hold.
What should he do until the storm blew itself out? Pik chattered a suggestion, but Chase ignored it; the little beast was too fat as it was. If only the squirrel could earn his keep by sewing—Chase’s clothes needed mending. But he still had a few weeks before the state of his garments became truly desperate. Besides, what did it matter what he looked like?
Absently, Chase fingered the scar on the left side of his neck, the hideous burn extending from his Adam’s apple to his elbow. When he realized what he was doing, he jerked his hand away as if the marred flesh were still hot. He certainly didn’t need to be doing that—not when he could fix the chair inside just as easily as out.
Moving quickly so as to avoid a total soaking, Chase ran into the rain, grabbed the chair, dashed back into the cabin, and resumed his repairs. The storm subsided a few minutes later, but he didn’t notice for more than an hour, until Pik overturned a half-full mug in his haste to escape with a bit of jerky.
SMOKE WAS EATING THE sun.
At first Chase thought it was only a few clouds rolling past. Or maybe fog: he’d seen some strange mist during his time in the woods, especially when the earth was wet. But then the smell of flaming trees, roasting flesh, and steaming river water hit him like an avalanche.
There was smoke because there was fire.
And the smoke was eating the sun because the fire was enormous.
He