Evil Donald in Harmonia Theodore K. Nasos A political allegory Theodore K. Nasos An Ovi eBooks Publication 2024 ovi eBookPublications - all material is copyright of the ovi eBooks Publications & the writer C ovi ebooks are available in ovi/ovi eBookshelves pages and they are for free. If somebody tries to sell you an ovi book please contact us immediately. For details, contact: ovimagazine@yahoo.com No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior permission of the writer or the above publisher of this book Evil Donald in Harmonia Evil Donald in Harmonia Theodore K. Nasos Theodore K. Nasos An Ovi eBooks Publication 2024 ovi eBookPublications - all material is copyright of the ovi eBooks Publications & the writer C All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Evil Donald in Harmonia I n the heart of the Blue-Red Kingdom, nestled between mountains of emerald and rivers that shimmered like silver threads, lay the grand city of Harmonia. This city was not only the center of the Blue-Red Kingdom’s power but also a symbol of uni- ty, trust, and prosperity. For generations, the king- dom had thrived under the rule of Queen Seraphi, a wise and fair monarch, and the guidance of the Council of Stars, a collection of wise sages who en- sured the kingdom remained just and whole. But beneath the surface of this tranquil land, shad- ows stirred. In the far corners of the kingdom, a ru- mor began to spread like wildfire, a rumor of a pow- erful wizard returning from exile. He called himself “Donald the Risen.” Whispers in taverns and market Theodore K. Nasos squares claimed he had come to restore the kingdom to its “former greatness,” speaking of an age that nev- er truly existed. Donald, once a member of the Council, had been exiled many years ago for forbidden practices. But he had returned now, older and more cunning, with promises that seemed too tempting for many to ig- nore. The wizard’s voice echoed through towns and villages like a call to arms, wrapped in the guise of righteous anger and promises of salvation. He spoke of the Council’s “failures” and claimed he could end the poverty and strife that, in truth, were of his own making. Slowly, subtly, Donald’ followers began to grow. They were drawn to him not by logic, but by the fears he conjured in their minds. He whispered tales of se- cret betrayals and hidden plots within the Council. With each passing day, the kingdom became more divided, neighbor turned against neighbor, old alli- ances crumbled, and faith in the Queen’s leadership waned. Boron Stonehand, once a staunch defender of the Council, was among the first to join Donald. Stone- hand, disillusioned by the slow pace of reform, found solace in Donald’ promises of swift change and pow- Evil Donald in Harmonia er. Others soon followed, believing the wizard’s lies that he alone could save the Blue-Red Kingdom from an impending downfall. As more fell under his spell, Donald the Risen be- gan to show his true face. In secret meetings, he spoke of power ...absolute power. He promised riches to the greedy, revenge to the spiteful, and freedom to those who felt oppressed. His words twisted reality, mak- ing the Council appear weak, fractured, and corrupt. His magic was not only in spells but in illusions he cast with his words and deeds. Queen Seraphi, alarmed by the growing unrest, gathered the Council in the Great Hall. Aware of Donald’ charisma and the dark powers he wielded, they knew their enemy was cunning and relentless. But the Council had faced challenges before. They held fast to their values of transparency and unity, believing they could appeal to the people’s reason. However, what they could not see were the invis- ible threads of fear Donald was weaving among the populace. He preyed on their uncertainties, making them question their own leaders, their neighbors, and even themselves. His deception was potent, and doubt spread through the kingdom like a sickness. Theodore K. Nasos Amidst this turmoil, a young mage named Alara, gifted with the ability to see through illusions, began to sense the growing darkness. She had once trained under the Council’s sages, but her connection to the land allowed her to perceive magic that others could not. She saw Donald’ deceit for what it was: a veil of lies cloaking his ambitions. As the Council deliberated on how to address the growing unrest, Donald the Risen continued to gath- er his supporters in the shadows. In secret gather- ings held under the cover of night, he whispered into the ears of his followers, sowing deeper distrust and spinning stories of the Council’s betrayal. To those who questioned him, Donald spoke of hidden plots and secret treacheries, painting the Council as a ca- bal that conspired against the people. But not all were taken by Donald’ words. In a small village on the outskirts of Harmonia, Alara stood at the edge of a crowd that gathered to listen to a cloaked man preaching from a stone pedestal. Her emerald eyes narrowed as the man’s voice rang through the square, captivating those around her. He spoke of forgotten days of glory, blaming the Council for the supposed decline of the Earth Kingdom. “Our lands are a shadow of what they once were!” Evil Donald in Harmonia the man shouted, raising his staff high. The crowd murmured in agreement. “The Council of Stars has grown weak and complacent. They sit in their ivory towers, growing fat on your hard work while you suf- fer! But fear not, for Donald the Risen has returned to reclaim what is rightfully yours!” Alara felt the weight of the words hang in the air, heavy with illusion and deception. She could almost see the dark threads of magic that intertwined with the man’s speech, seeping into the hearts of those around her. It wasn’t the first time she had witnessed such a gathering, and it wouldn’t be the last. As the crowd dispersed, Alara approached the man, her footsteps light but firm. She studied him, trying to discern the source of the dark energy she sensed. “You’re spreading lies,” she said, her voice clear and steady. “The Council has always acted in the interest of the kingdom.” The man turned to face her, his eyes gleaming with a cunning that sent a chill down her spine. “Lies?” he repeated, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. “I merely speak the truth that the people have been denied.” Theodore K. Nasos “I can see the magic you’re using,” Alara said, her fingers brushing against the hilt of her dagger. “It won’t be long before others see through your decep- tion as well.” The man laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. “You think you’re clever, girl? Do you believe the people will listen to a child of the Council? They’ve grown tired of empty promises. They crave power—power that Donald can offer.” Alara’s jaw tightened. She knew she was out- matched here, not just in strength but in influence. She wasn’t just facing a wizard; she was facing an idea, a movement that was gaining momentum with each passing day. She turned and left without another word, but her resolve had hardened. She needed to warn the Queen and the Council of what she had seen. The kingdom was on the edge of a precipice, and unless something was done, it would soon plunge into chaos. Evil Donald in Harmonia The Council’s Struggle Back in Harmonia’s Great Hill, the Council of Stars convened in an emergency session. The Queen sat at the head of a long, ornate table, her golden crown glinting in the torchlight. Around her were the re- maining Council members, their faces etched with concern. Queen Seraphi’s voice carried a quiet strength as she addressed the room. “The rumors of Donald’ re- turn are no longer just whispers. We have confirmed sightings and reports of his gatherings in several vil- lages. He is using lies and illusions to sway our peo- ple.” An elderly councilman, Cailen of the North, leaned forward, his gnarled fingers gripping the table’s edge. “Your Majesty, Donald is not merely gathering fol- lowers; he is poisoning the very soul of this kingdom. His promises are hollow, but to those who have suf- fered, they sound like salvation.” Theodore K. Nasos “We must reach the people,” said Ellara, a coun- cilwoman known for her wisdom and fairness. “We need to show them the truth before Donald gains more power.” The Queen sighed, the weight of her responsibil- ities evident in her eyes. “How do we fight illusions with words alone?” she asked. “The people see what he wants them to see. They believe in his lies because it is easier than facing the harsh reality.” Before anyone could answer, the Great Hall doors creaked open, and Alara stepped inside, her cloak trailing behind her. She bowed respectfully to the Queen and the Council before speaking. “Your Majesty, members of the Council, I have seen Donald’ influence firsthand,” she said, her voice steady despite the anxiety coursing through her veins. “He isn’t just using words; he’s using dark mag- ic to twist the people’s perceptions.” The council members exchanged uneasy glances, and the Queen’s eyes widened. “Dark magic?” she re- peated, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes,” Alara confirmed. “He’s casting illusions that cloud the minds of those who listen to him. They can Evil Donald in Harmonia no longer see the truth, only the lies he wants them to believe.” Queen Seraphi took a deep breath, her mind rac- ing. “If what you say is true, then Donald’ power is greater than we feared. We cannot hope to counter him with mere reason and logic.” “Then what do we do?” asked Councilman Cailen, his voice tinged with desperation. “We need to expose his illusions for what they are,” Alara said, her green eyes burning with determina- tion. “But to do that, we must understand the source of his power.” Alara went on to explain what she had learned about Donald’s dark magic. She had witnessed him casting spells that altered the perception of reality, making the people see what he wanted them to see. It was a powerful and insidious form of magic, one that could only be countered with equal or greater power. “We need to find a way to break through his illu- sions,” Alara continued. “Perhaps there is a spell or artifact that can dispel his magic.” The Queen nodded thoughtfully. “That is a possi- bility, but we must act quickly. Donald’ influence is growing stronger by the day.” Theodore K. Nasos Donald’ Fortress The wind howled like a banshee outside Donald’ fortress, a monolithic structure that loomed over the desolate plains. Inside, the air was thick with an op- pressive silence, broken only by the soft hiss of flames licking at the cauldron of swirling shadows. Donald, the Risen , stood before it, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light. Boron Stonehand, his most trusted lieutenant, knelt before him, his head bowed in reverence. “My lord,” he said, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and admiration, “your influence is spreading faster than we anticipated. Soon, the people will rise against the Council.” Evil Donald in Harmonia Donald smiled, a cruel and twisted expression that twisted his face into a grotesque caricature of hu- manity. “The people are weak, easily swayed by their own fears and desires,” he replied. “I give them what they crave, power, purpose, and someone to blame.” Boron hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertain- ty. “And what of the Council?” he asked. “They are not blind to your plans.” Donald scoffed. “The Council is nothing but a col- lection of old fools and weaklings,” he replied, his voice dripping with disdain. “They cannot see be- yond their own petty ideals. But the Queen... she is different. She understands the weight of power, even if she refuses to wield it.” Boron’s eyes narrowed. “What will you do if they resist?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly. Donald’ smile widened, revealing a set of teeth that seemed almost inhuman. “They will resist,” he said, his voice laced with dark amusement. “But it matters not. In the end, they will fall, and the Blue-Red King- dom will be mine.” Boron nodded, his expression grim. He knew that Donald was right. The Council was weak, divided, Theodore K. Nasos and out of touch with the people. They were no match for a man who had risen from the ashes of defeat and vowed to conquer the world. As Boron rose to leave, Donald called out to him. “Before you go, Boron,” he said, “bring me the Heart- stone. It is time to unleash its true power.” Boron’s eyes widened. The Heartstone was a leg- endary artifact, said to contain the essence of the Earth itself. It was a powerful weapon, capable of leveling entire cities. But it was also a dangerous one, and Boron knew that Donald was not afraid to use it. With a heavy heart, Boron left the room. He knew that the war was about to escalate to a new level, and that there was no turning back. As Boron descended the winding staircase, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The air seemed to be growing heavier, as if a storm was brewing. He quickened his pace, his heart pound- ing in his chest. When he reached the chamber where the Heart- stone was kept, he found it empty. A cold dread washed over him. He knew exactly what this meant. Donald had already taken the Heartstone, and he was preparing to unleash its power upon the world. Evil Donald in Harmonia Alara’s Discovery The sun was beginning its descent, casting long, dancing shadows across the grand library of the Royal Archives. Alara, her eyes heavy with fatigue, blinked away the last vestiges of sleep. Hours had slipped by as she delved into ancient tomes and scrolls, each page a potential clue to countering Donald’ insidious magic. Her fingers were stained with ink, a testament to the countless pages she had turned. Yet, despite the physical toll, her spirit remained unbroken. The weight of the Earth Kingdom, teetering on the brink of darkness, fueled her determination. She would not rest until she found a way to break Donald’ spell. Theodore K. Nasos In the heart of the library, a particularly ancient book caught her eye. Its cover, adorned with intricate symbols, seemed to whisper secrets. With trembling hands, Alara carefully opened it, the pages crackling like dry leaves. Her heart pounded as she scanned the yellowed text, her eyes searching for any mention of Donald or his magic. And then, she found it. A passage, written in an ancient script, spoke of a relic known as the Mirror of Truth. According to legend, this mirror possessed the extraordinary power to pierce through illusions and reveal the true nature of things. It was said to be hidden deep within the Forgotten Forest, guarded by a formidable spirit. A spark of hope ignited within Alara. If she could find the Mirror of Truth, she might be able to expose Donald’ lies and break his hold over the people. The thought filled her with a renewed sense of purpose. But the journey to the Forgotten Forest would not be without its challenges. It was a place of ancient lore and whispered dangers, a realm where few dared to venture. The forest was said to be home to creatures of myth and legend, and its depths were shrouded in an eternal twilight. Evil Donald in Harmonia The prospect of facing such perils did not deter Alara. The fate of the Blue-Red Kingdom hung in the balance, and she was determined to do whatever it took to protect it. She knew that the journey would be arduous, but she was prepared to face any obsta- cles that lay in her path. With the Mirror of Truth as her goal, Alara left the Royal Archives, her heart filled with both hope and trepidation. She knew that the road ahead would be long and perilous, but she was determined to see it through. The fate of the Blue-Red Kingdom rested on her shoulders, and she would not let them down. The royal archives had fallen silent hours ago; the candlelight dwindling as Alara meticulously pieced together the ancient map that would lead her to the Forgotten Forest. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined the perilous journey ahead. The forest was said to be a place of enchantment and danger, guarded by spirits and hidden from the prying eyes of mortals. She slipped the tome containing the map into her satchel and hurried to meet her mentor, Aric the Sage, in his study. Aric, a member of the Council and her teacher in the magical arts, had been a guiding figure in Alara’s life. When she entered, he was seated Theodore K. Nasos by the window, gazing at the rising moon. His eyes held a mixture of wisdom and concern. “You seem restless, Alara,” he said, without turn- ing. “What troubles you?” “I’ve found something,” Alara replied, placing the map on his desk. “An ancient relic, the Mirror of Truth. It’s hidden in the Forgotten Forest, and it can reveal Donald’ illusions.” Aric’s eyes widened as he scanned the map. “The Mirror of Truth? I thought it was only a myth.” “Most legends are rooted in some truth,” Alara replied, her voice resolute. “This might be our only chance to counter Donald’ dark magic.” Aric sighed, the weight of his years showing in the furrows of his brow. “The Forgotten Forest is a place of many dangers. Spirits guard its secrets fiercely. You must be prepared for whatever trials await.” “I’m ready,” Alara said, determination burning in her eyes. She had trained for this moment for years, honing her magical abilities and studying ancient texts. She knew the risks, but she was also driven by a sense of purpose.