Prologue

PROLOGUE

RIAN

One sun, two suns and then thousand suns-

I watched them drown, sink into the sea,

And time didn’t matter;

I could fly; fly into eternal sunrise with you,

(“Butterfly”, From Kenna’s Journal)

I have heard many things about war.
That it destroys peace and brings pain. That it twists people beyond what is human. That it is pointless, and painful, and ends in repentance…always.

When I was ten, the greatest war in mankind’s history began from a sterile, white-tiled lab in a remote country and took over the world.

 We were butterflies in a jet stream, buffeted by changing atmospheres and increasing pressures, unable to find any hold on ourselves. We went where the wind took us, ate what the wind gave us, watched when the breeze of unrest changed into a storm, and then into an apocalyptic hurricane that no could stop.

We hid in our little underground holes and prayed for our insignificant lives, the only lives we had. We learned to run when the planes swooped too close, not to drink water offered by the enemies and to always, always obey the people with the violet star insignia on their chest. They were our angels, our only light in what seemed an endlessly dark horizon. We watched infinite sunsets, hoping that tomorrow, when the sun bled out into the sea and the day died its slow death, the war would reach an end too.

The war didn’t end until I turned seventeen, and by then most of us had retraced the steps of the butterflies, returning to a chrysalis, returning to a deep sleep in the prison of our own bodies.

I’m Rian.

I’m nineteen now, the war is over, the people are waking from their deep, dark sleep.

 The butterflies have found comfort at last, and the worst of the storms seem to be past.

I have heard many things about war.

That nothing good can come out of it, that it takes the color out of everything, that it makes streets bleed and children cry, that it collapses the whole world into two factions: this side or that side, this team or that team, inside the pool or outside.

What I hadn’t heard of the war was what happened to me.

For me, the war brought peace. The war brought pain.

Most importantly, though? The war brought Kenna.

Kenna.

The war brought her, and the war claimed her.

She sleeps now.

And it hurts me that she will soon wake.

Hullo!

Hi, blogosphere.
This is the new site for the dystopian blogfic Chemical Match.

WHY BLOGFIC?

I want to do something new. I want to take my followers on a ride through the interesting stuff in writing – getting stuck, dilemmas, the joy of liking something I put down on paper. I also want them to get the new experience of a digitally illustrated blog-novel. Of course I will publish my book – if no one’s willing I’ll self publish at least, but before that, I would like people to get close and help an author to complete her work, rather than just read the finished product. Finally, at the end of the story, I hope all my followers feel part of the team!

I’m Varsha Dinesh, an 18 year old student of Kerala University (SCTcollege of Engineering) pursuing my freshman year of Electronics and Communication engineering. Although I spend my day learning of diodes and rectifiers and boilers, my passion is deep-wrought in writing and art.

 I am a digital artist on DeviantArt (by the pseudonym of Anaika Night) and am obsessive about good books, good food and great friends! I’m also a trained classical music vocalist, and love singing as well…although I would give up anything to be able to chill out and just write forever!