Excerpt: Scripted

The night was crisp. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation, I knew it was a significant night far different from thousands of other nights. The sky was so dark it was almost a different black than the one humanity's eyes know. I had been waiting out in the cold for several house; waiting for the signal that we were to proceed with our plan. My legs were stiff and my eyes burned from straining to see. This was acceptable; I was an elite warrior, I could handle more waiting. Finally, across the still night, I saw our signal; a young lad was tiredly leading a goat homeward that had been stubbornly lost all day long. It painted an unsurprising, if picturesque, scene. Only a few knew that the goat had been led away and released only on the night in question - tonight. This was the seventeenth night I had waited for the signal.