They asked to be celebrated.
I realized what had caused the whole mess, and I knew we all messed up. We were pushed to celebrate the Kings and the Queens of the castle. We were the slaves, who were forced to pay from what we had gained, just for the whole event, to carry out such a celebration, the so-called honorable festivity.
Nobody deserved anything from the start. The Kings and Queens, never got to deserve such a meaningful event. THEY are called Kings and the Queens, just because THEY have the power over us, we are the slaves of the institution, always with heavy locks around our feet, dragging along, to go wherever THEY point us to go, order us.
This, is what we have always been. We can't make complains, for any of THEIR wrongdoings or THEIR qualities of the institution. Any protests mean "head-less" as the result. The institution is corrupted. We pay for THEIR wrongdoings. After all, we are THEIR slaves, we do pay tributes.
We were forced to carry out the celebration. THEY asked for it. We did not deserve it. THEY never wanted to hear our concerns, THEY just wanted us to celebrate THEM. No excuses. That was it.
We carried out everything, running around like a headless chicken. Not in an honorable manner, and so we messed up the whole festivity. In the process of the celebration in the woods, we argued among us, the slaves. Blaming each other, having cold-war. Turning our backs against each other, no cooperation to win over the King and the Queens' hearts.
We, the slaves, are now trapped in a condition with our most fearful thoughts and feelings, of what is awaiting us. Confined in a darker dungeon, with our hearts sank deeply, waiting to be prosecuted.
On the first day, before sunset.