Night of the Hippogriff by PlatinumKarma, literature
Literature
Night of the Hippogriff
Phil walked through the empty streets that he had grown familiar to as he approached his home and neighborhood. Of course, it wasn’t always this empty. Rather, it was empty because he was currently walking home in the dead of night. And, well, when you don’t live in the busy big city, there really isn’t much to the night that doesn’t involve sleeping or staying at home. There wasn’t even any sort of traffic in this part of town at this hour.
Phil, a young, 25-year old man at the prime of his health and youth, did not mind this silence and lonely atmosphere, however. He had had a very busy day, after all, and he