At the first sight of danger, the richest fled.

Like a great horned owl, They glided over the battlefield, Their jet giving them a clear view of what was going on beneath Them: children swarming one another like two opposing colonies of Earth ants. Whoever would survive had a chance of reaching the stars on Their jet.

The only problem was that it was dead quiet, and everything was strewn around like after a battle.

That's good news.

I did not like where this was going.