Fantasytragedy Stories

A collection of surviving pages from a boy history tried to erase. Before he became a name whispered through Solah, he was just a child under the stairs, trying to keep his sister alive in a world that treated poor children like things to be used, hunted, or forgotten. This is a dark fantasy tragedy from my original Dungeons and Dragons campaign, The Solah Saga, written like a damaged evidence file pulled from the past. Feedback, theories, and honest reactions are welcome.