Issahil
The local library was just a few streets away from my nursing school. After waving my friends goodbye, I hurriedly made my way there.
I approached the Librarian as soon as I made my way into the entrance hall of the library.
“Please where is the section for folklores and mythologies?”
The woman adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses as she spared me a glance. She appeared to be in her thirties.
“The last shelf by your right.”
I gave her a polite smile before making my way towards the direction she had just given. I had read a few folklore books about our kind and I had noticed that although it was folklore to them, most of the things written about our kind were true.
This was why I was thinking that if there was anything written in any of these folklores about what could inhi
