All who worked on removing this manuscript have befallen an untimely death.

The year is 1603. The air in England is thick with the residue of the Elizabethan era, and William Shakespeare, a master of words and worlds, finds himself wrestling with a new, disturbing vision. It is a tale born of darkness and ambition, a twisted echo of his own Macbeth. He calls it Tratus.

Tratus, in Shakespeare’s mind, is the illegitimate son of Macbeth, a product of a clandestine union with the daughter of a powerful, malevolent witch. This heritage marks Tratus from birth, infusing him with a potent blend of royal blood and dark magic. As Tratus approaches his twenty-first birthday, the witch’s influence grows stronger, fueling his ambition and resentment towards his absent father. The play culminates in a bloody act of patricide and regicide, with Tratus seizing the throne and unleashing a reign of terror upon Scotland and England.

The sheer brutality of Tratus, the graphic depictions of violence, and the play’s exploration of unchecked power and dark magic even frighten Shakespeare himself. Fearing the potential repercussions of such a work, both for his reputation and perhaps even his life, he decides to bury the manuscript. He chooses a secret spot beneath the floor of a Church of England, a place of supposed sanctity, to conceal this unholy tale. To mark the location, he arranges for a stone to be inscribed with the name “Tratus,” presenting it as a memorial to a soldier who died fighting for England, a clever disguise for the play’s true nature.

Centuries pass. The world changes, empires rise and fall, and Shakespeare’s Tratus remains hidden, sleeping beneath the cold stone. Then, in the year 2025, a chance discovery brings this long-lost work to light. During renovations, workers uncover the hidden chamber and the ancient manuscript. Word of the find spreads like wildfire through the literary world. Authenticated and its significance recognized, the manuscript of Tratus is put up for auction at Sotheby’s.

The bidding is fierce, driven by a mixture of scholarly interest, collector’s zeal, and a more sinister undercurrent of intrigue. The hammer falls at an astonishing $260 million. The buyers? President Trump and Elon Musk, acting in a partnership that surprises many.

For lack of time, Every word of the Play has not been translated and is not now shown. It was written in Latin. Trump may never have it fully translated.

Here is the play, Tratus:

Tratus

A Tragedy in Twenty Scenes and Three Acts

Act I: The Witch’s Seed

Scene I: A desolate moor. Lightning flashes, illuminating three gaunt figures.

FIRST WITCH: The king’s blood calls, a dark echo in the night.

SECOND WITCH: A son unclaimed, a throne unearned, a fury unleashed.

THIRD WITCH: Tratus shall rise, a tempest of wrath and iron!

Scene II: Macbeth’s castle, years before. He paces, troubled.

MACBETH: (To himself) This unholy alliance… this seed sown in shadow… what fate awaits us all?

(A young woman, the witch’s daughter, enters, fear in her eyes.)

WITCH’S DAUGHTER: He grows, my Lord… with your strength, and her dark gifts…

MACBETH: (Turning away) I cannot look. This is a curse upon my crown.

Scene III: Twenty-one years later. Tratus stands before the Three Witches, now withered and ancient.

TRATUS: The time is ripe. The blood debt must be paid.

FIRST WITCH: The crown of Scotland is yours by right of birth, and by the power we grant you.

SECOND WITCH: Strike down the usurper. Claim your inheritance in blood.

THIRD WITCH: And with it, dominion over all.

Scene IV: Macbeth’s throne room. He is uneasy, haunted by guilt and premonitions.

MACBETH: A shadow falls upon my reign… a chill wind that whispers of treachery.

Scene V: Tratus, armed and cloaked, approaches Dunsinane Castle.

TRATUS: Tonight, the king shall meet his son.

Act II: The Crimson Reign

Scene VI: Macbeth and Lady Macbeth are in their chamber.

LADY MACBETH: (Haunted) I cannot sleep… I see the blood… always the blood…

Scene VII: Tratus enters the castle, a silent predator.

Scene VIII: The confrontation. A brutal, swift execution of Macbeth and Lady Macbeth.

TRATUS: The throne is mine! The reign of blood begins!

Scene IX: Tratus claims the throne. The court is paralyzed by fear.

LORD 1: A king of shadows…

LORD 2: This is madness!

Scene X: The WITCH casts her spell, a dark incantation that binds the land to Tratus.

WITCH: By ancient right and dark design, I command this realm to obey the son of Macbeth! Scotland and England, bow before your master!

Scene XI: Tratus, now king, addresses his army.

TRATUS: To France! Let the world tremble before the might of my armies! Let their heads roll!

Act III: The Shadow of the Axe

Scene XII: France. Battle rages. Tratus’s forces leave a trail of carnage.

FRENCH SOLDIER (dying): A devil… not a king…

Scene XIII: Within a besieged city.

FRENCH CITIZEN: This monster… he shows no mercy!

Scene XIV: Tratus surveys the battlefield, exultant.

TRATUS: Let fear be my scepter, and death my crown!

Scene XV: Whispers of rebellion begin to stir in Scotland and England, despite the witch’s spell.

SCOTTISH NOBLE: This tyranny cannot stand!

ENGLISH LORD: We must find a way to break free.

Scene XVI: Tratus, warned of the unrest, is enraged.

TRATUS: Let them rise! My axe is hungry!

Scene XVII: The WITCH’s power wanes.

WITCH: The spell… it weakens… the blood of men is not so easily bound.

Scene XVIII: The final battle. Tratus, a terrifying figure, fights with inhuman ferocity. He is ultimately defeated.

Scene XIX: The throne is stained with blood. The reign of terror is over.

Scene XX: A new dawn, but the scars of Tratus’s rule remain.

The discovery of Tratus sends shockwaves through the world. The literary and historical significance is immense, but there is also a palpable sense of unease. The play’s dark themes and graphic violence are unsettling, even by modern standards.

“Imagine the possibilities,” Trump says to Musk, on a call. “A Shakespeare original, previously unseen. Think of the crowds. The power.”

Musk responds, his voice thoughtful, “It is… a powerful artifact. Its potential influence… it requires careful consideration. I believe it must be in the right hands. One of us must possess it.”

So, indeed, the dark horse of all William Shakespeare’s Plays rose from its hiding place in the Church’s Floor.

In a month, the Church put it up for Sale at Sotheby’s. And it took 700 additional workers to take bids via computer, texts, and Cell Phones from Buyers from across the World.

And President Trump Won the bid put in by Elon Musk. But many later called Foul because both phones lines and computers suddenly went blank as if a Master AI had taken them all out and allowed only Musk to get his final bid in.

And in the Oval Office, Trump and Musk sat as Trump began opening the Ancient Manuscript.

Trump’s eyes grew wider and wider as he Opened it.

The truth, however, is far more complex, as the final lines of the manuscript reveal, penned by the Red Witch who aided Shakespeare:

“To whoever claims this shadowed tale, I offer both a gift and a curse. This play shall grant you great power. Riches will flow into your hands, and the world will bow before you in reverence. You will be a king among men, among Nations. But be warned: the darkness of Tratus is not easily contained. A madness will creep into your soul. The thirst for power will never be quenched, and the ghosts of the beheaded will haunt your dreams. This power demands a great cost. And only one can hold this curse. Only one can claim the prize.”

The curse and the reward, bound together by the witch’s magic, now reside with those who seek to shape the world in their own image.

Trump looked up as Musk asked What does it Say?

Do You like breathing Air? You should leave at once.

Musk looked at Trump’s Eyes and a sudden evil grin, very sinister, was upon Trump’s Face.

And Musk quickly stood up and quickly turned and left the Oval Office…