Nowhere in anywhere is there a friendship like this. The slim, tall beauty, with the golden skin, the golden hair and the big purple eyes looks at the younger looking girl. Her black, shoulder-length hair hangs in her dark eyes. "You can stay a little longer. Really. I have space!" The girl looks up at her friend. "I can come back. I got the key from you." The two hug. "Take care of yourself. I can't help but think the room behind the door is scary." The girl laughs. She looks at the Golden Dragon and clasps her shiny hand in her pale fingers. “Maybe he'll come today.” The Golden Dragon tilts her head. "Do you think? Can you show it to me?" The friend laughs, "I'll do that." She turns around and opens the door. The young woman calls after her. "Kuina won't give you so much time until your next visit."The girl waves to her and has already slipped through the door. The golden woman sighs. The door that has never been stuck in a wall has disappeared. She turns around laughing, she has a great new idea. The golden dragon has already forgotten that there was a door on the flower meadow and her friend disappeared into it. She catches a ray of light, after all she doesn't want to walk around forever in the moonlight. She turns around in circles to test. Her long dress becomes wide under her twist, laughing, she falls back and disappears into dark water.

Zorro's head hurts. But somehow it feels strange. “Are you awake?” He rubs his forehead. “What happened?” He opens his eyes. Everything is blurry. His eyes clear up very slowly. A little girl crouches over him. Smiles cheekily at him. He stares at her without a word. Black, shoulder-length hair, golden skin and one black and one purple eye. Something about the little one sounds painfully familiar to him.“Are you an angel?” She giggles. “Only if you are one too.” Zorro shakes his head in confusion. All noises are muffled, the air has somehow become thicker and doesn't want to be breathed like air at all. There is an unbearable pressure on his ears, everything sounds hollow and dull and far away. The little one courageously grabs his hand. “Come on, the soul robbers are on their way.” He shakes off her hand and stands up. "Soul robber? I don't understand?" His gaze slides over a misshapen plain with dark spots and black scraps that are reminiscent of trees. Swirling shadows move like clouds across an even darker sky. But you can still see the gloomy horizon, although there doesn't seem to be any light here, just a gray, dull, somewhat lighter something, a dark light from somewhere.

You can read his thoughts clearly on his face, because the little one is whispering to him. "It's not heaven, but you can feel it, don't you?"Zorro nods. His mouth is so dry, he certainly wouldn't be able to get a sound out of his throat." Come on now, we don't have time. "The little one grabs his hand, her little hand disappears into his. She pulls him with her. Dazed he stumbles over the dark floor. He looks burned, the thought makes him wince. His gaze avoids hitting the floor, prefer one staring at black sky.

He almost tripped over the girl. She stopped so suddenly. With a big grin, she points to a strand of red threads. “Look.” Zorro shakes his head. “I don't understand.” It still doesn't want to become clear in his mind. The girl lets go of her hand and jumps to the threads that run from east to west. Zorro follows her with unsteady steps. She picks up a thread and says smiling. "Your captain is a funny guy. Look ..." Zorro stares at the red thread. "What should I see?"The child laughs." You are pretty stupid. There, look in the thread you can see your Luffy. Here, his dreams, his memories, his hopes and there his wishes. "Zorro lets himself fall on the scorched floor. He has never felt weaker." I want to get away from here. Please take me out of here. "The little one looks at him with a serious expression." I can't. You are here for a reason. I'm sorry, we have to move on. You have to follow the threads. "She pushes Luffy's thread into his hand. Zorro stares at him." Your friends are dying. You have to follow the threads, at the end of the thread you will find salvation for her. "" My friends ... "" Yes, the straw hat gang. Oh dear, I can't possibly leave you here. Come on, get up or do you want to be eaten. Look there is already one over there. "Zorro follows the child's finger. A huge structure wanders across the dark expanse." What is that? "" Are you actually listening to me? “She turns up her nose like a strict teacher.” Soul robber.And now come on. "She continues to lead the warrior by the hand, through the land of darkness, shadows and despair, as Zorro soon feels in his own heart. He has never been so miserable.

They have been following the red threads for hours. He has slowly recovered. But a feeling still weakens him, a pressure on him. This environment seems to want to crush everything in its abysmal relentlessness. Zorro sighs. The child silently leads him along the strings. Thankful for the silence, he uses the time to reflect. What's the last thing he can remember? The witch in the moor ... the seemingly dead friends ... the blood snakes. A tremor runs through his body ... the darkness.

“What's your name?” His voice sounds way too weak for his taste. "I have no name. Is it important for you to be able to call me by a name?" Zorro swallows. “Everyone has a name.” She turns around. Look up at him and giggle.“Everyone is not here, just you and me. What do they call you?” “Zorro.” Her eyes widen. “Where did you get that name from?” He shakes his head. “My parents called me that.” “Pah, there you have it” The little one underlines her words with sweeping hand movements and an instructive expression on her face. "I have no parents, so I have no one to give me a name. You understand?" The pressure on his shoulders increases, he sinks to his knees. Their faces are on the same level. With pleading eyes he looks into the shining and yet so strange children's eyes. “Am I dead?” The little one smiles lovingly. Hugs the swordsman with thin arms. “What can I tell you?” She whispers in his ear. "I don't know life, how am I supposed to be able to judge death. But carry hope in you. Everything will happen in time. Trust." His voice breaks. “Who should I trust?” The child lays his forehead against his. Look into his with the black and purple eyes.“The hope in your heart.” Giggling, she turns and jumps on one foot. “Whoever is first at the door wins.” “Door?” Zorro winks. In the middle of the gloomy plain is a brown wooden door that wasn't there before. The red threads run under the crack in the door. Confused, he struggles to his feet.

The girl is already impatient at the door. It laughs out loud and calls out to him. “What did you get so long legs for, if you just crawl like a snail with them?” It doesn't seem to bother her that the dark beings on the plain behind them make their way to them.

“Are you ready?” “What for?” Zorro stares into the darkness that spreads behind the door. Not even pale light. Just nothing. “For a way that will change you forever.” He swallows. When the air draws in, that what he is about to say now, is terribly difficult for him. He has never uttered or even thought of this sentence in his life.“I'm scared.” The little one squeezes his hand. "That's good. Go now." He looks at her black hair. “Won't you come with me?” She shakes her head. "It wouldn't be good if I went with you now. Believe me. But we'll meet again." "What about the soul robbers? They're coming." "Don't worry. I'll be fine with that. Go now." Zorro nods and takes a brave step into the darkness. The little one closes the door behind him and turns around. There is a strange look on her little face. An ominous landscape stretches behind her. As far as the eye can see, only shadows and darkness. The door has disappeared.