The Marauders

Perhaps we are just kings,
Who once were promised gold.
Perhaps we are just boys,
Who never got to grow old.
Perhaps we are just men,
Sent to fight in somebody's war.
Perhaps we are not anything,
Though we once were something more.
"We're so distracted by how things end, we usually forget how beautiful the beginning was. Ours was beautiful, don't you think?"
This is their story. It's the story of four boys who were promised the world; it's the story of their reign and their demise, with no distractions at all. It's the story of how gold doesn't shine forever, and how youth is only temporary. It's the story of a war and a life that took everything from four boys who gave their all.
This is the story of The Marauders.