War

Another single file line of warriors weaves its way through steep ravines and massive cliffs to the killing fields. No army of this magnitude has been seen before.

The two armies attack with a fury known only to those caught up in the heat of battle. Fervor fills their ears with a gentle rushing sound, which drives out all others. As far as the eye can see, bodies litter the well-chosen plain. Mangled corpses seem to soften the fall of the wounded and dying.

When will it end?

Where is the logic in this mindless barbaric obsession?


Suddenly, as if in an act of mercy, the sky darkens and unseen overwhelming energy fills the air. Another army has joined in the battle. Huge projectiles pummel the ground with such force to send the warriors flying.

Corpses, warriors, and debris wash back and forth in the puddles created from the aerial assault. And yet, the ants go on. Theirs is a fight to the death. For what would they do if they didn’t fight?