At least luck seems to be on his side, because it doesn't take long to find a door that leads to the dragon. Did he imagine it, or did the door just fall back into the lock? He quickened his pace. Perhaps someone has invaded the world of the Golden Dragon. The door pops open and he jumps into the other world. To freeze in the next moment. His heart skips. "Kuina ..."

The girl turns to him. Surprise, horror, amazement, and confusion can be seen on her face. “Zorro?” They both take a few unsteady steps towards each other. "But ... how did you get here? Are you dead, Zorro?" He shakes his head. A moment, just a small moment, in which he can collect his thoughts. When he finds his language again, he is startled by his pathetic voice. “Kuina, Kuina, Kuina.” His thoughts spin in circles, unable to produce a clear sentence. There is no other word to be found in his head than: "Kuina."The girl is the first to regain her composure. She walks up to him, but keeps her distance from him." Zorro, did you die? "He shakes his head again." Kuina what are you doing here? "She laughs up and stares past him. A strange expression lies on her face. Somehow strange, this look doesn't match his Kuina. Her gaze falls on him and it breaks out of her, can't hold it back, even if she is with it inflicts a wound on the old friend that will take a long time to heal.
"I'm damned. You damned me. Took my sword from me. My spirit found no peace. For years I've been waiting for you on the road that souls walk to claim my sword." Zorro stares at her. Can't understand what the old friend is saying. “What are you talking about?” The hatred in her eyes dries up. She sighs and walks over to him. "It was our dream. We wanted to become the best swordsmen in the world. I have this dream in my heart until I will die.But my sword was taken from me. You have my sword I could not walk proudly without my weapon as a warrior deserves to take with me. Zorro ... you stole my part of the dream. "Her voice breaks and she falls sobbing into his arms.

The warrior stands rigid. Guilt on our friends ... Didn't the old woman say that. Guilt ... He collapses, the two of them are crying in each other's arms. Every tear hurts like a stab in the heart. "Hey, visit, how nice. You're crying. Are you all right?" The face of the Golden Dragon appears above them. They stand up, wipe away their tears. Kuina even manages to smile at her friend. But she is not interested in her, Zorro captivates her gaze. Or rather, the black rose that he still wears on his arm. “Dragon?” Kuina tries to nudge the dragon, but pauses. Two purple tears run down her golden cheeks. Leave behind two brown eyes.Kuina holds her breath. The golden dragon begins to tremble. Slowly, Zorro also seems to notice that something is wrong. He looks in dismay into the different colored eyes. “Dragon?” With one quick movement the golden woman is with him, pulls the rose from its place, stumbles back. The rose bounces up and down, she shakes it all over, gasps and makes inarticulate sounds. Zorro steps up to her, clasps her hands, tries to wrest the rose from her, but she begins to shriek. To scream inhumanly. Zorro starts back, frightened. Darkness settles on the golden dragon. She complains so loudly that her world begins to crumble. The flowers that surround them dissolve into dark smoke and the ground is discolored, looking burned. “No, no, what have I done?” The pure horror is on his face. Kuina grabs her boyfriend by the arm. "We have to get out of here. Everything goes to the dogs here. Quickly." She pulls Zorro through the door, which luckily is still in the same place.At the end of his strength, Zorro falls to his knees. "What did I do? I brought this flower for her here. What, Kuina? Everything I touch is condemned?" Kuina steps up to him, resting his head on her shoulder. Strokes his green hair. "Calm down. Everything will be fine, you will see. But please, calm down." The door behind them disappears. What just happened? The young girl asks herself quietly. What?
She closes her eyes. Things got out of hand. Everything seems to be breaking.

"Please, please ..." The voice sounds weak. Zorro is startled, they both turn around. Where the door was before there is a tall woman, slim, with a narrow face and brown eyes. Her brown hair is very short and cut terribly unevenly. She looks sick. “Dragon?” Kuina's voice can barely be heard. The stranger laughs. "All is lost. The rose ..." She turns the black rose between her fingers. And then her gaze falls on Zorro and she smiles.“You brought me the rose.” “I'm so sorry.” She shakes her head. “No.” She touches her lips. "I dreamed of you. You kissed me." Zorro swallows. Kuina withdraws silently. “Yes, I have.” He walks up to her. Their faces carefully come closer. Stand close to each other and then kiss each other gently.
They separate again. You look at Kuina. "I dreamed of you too. We laughed together. Aren't you? You're waiting for someone, aren't you?" She nods. “Is he there yet?” Kuina nods again. “Oh, I'm not feeling well.” She stumbles. Zorro has to support them. She looks up at him gratefully. Their eyes meet and she speaks with a different voice. "Do you remember, I once told you that it is good that I don't know who I am. Otherwise I would be lost." Zorro nods. "You said you understand what I'm saying. Has anything changed about that?" Zorro shakes his head. His heart embraces a cold hand.He senses that the end is approaching with heavy steps. She gently slips off his arms. The shimmer of the golden dragon is on her features.
“I don't want to get lost.” Zorro stares at her. "I don't want to get lost. Even if that means that I have to bind my heart." He shakes his head with wide eyes. She smiles sadly at him. "I entrust you with the golden dragon. Always take good care of him." With her hands she forms a goblet in which the black rose rests. She looks down at the blossom, her lips move silently and the blossom begins to glow, begins to bend like the world of the dragon, at her word. The flower loses its shape, remains as a glow in their palms, becomes part of it. She looks at Zorro. “Pay attention to the good in me, the childlike, to what can survive my curse undamaged, for all eternity.” She takes his hand and places it on her left breast. He feels her heartbeat and then it glides through her flesh, he feels her pounding heart in his hand.“No, please don't.” Just a touch, on his lips. He cannot escape her gaze. His hand grasps something hard, her heartbeat has stopped. They look at each other quietly. A look that lasts a lifetime. He can feel tears running down his cheeks. “Please don't.” Her hands grip his arm. “I'm sorry.” The woman across from him smiles. And with a jerk it drops backwards. He feels her fingers slide down his arm, sees how he pulls a sword from her chest, her hands brush the steel of the blade and when the tip of the sword has left her falling body, only ashes land on the scorched floor.

As if stunned, he lifts the blade to his face. The steel feels warm. The blade is black, only where your fingers have touched the sword does a white tendril of thorns emerge in fine lines. At the end of the handle, the black rose, cast in steel, blooms forever. "A sword with a soul."Kuina has come up behind him." What are you going to do now, Zorro? "With reddened eyes he turns to the girl, falls on his knees in front of her and hugs her sobbing. She strokes his head." Oh, Zorro. Why did it have to be like this? "He gets up. Pull her sword out of its sheath and hand it to her. She takes it with both hands in awe." Fight with me. One last time. "Zorro's voice sounds solid again.

The blades give off sparks when they meet. This time nobody is the winner. Zorro and Kuina bow to each other with lowered swords. “What will happen now?” She shrugs. "I don't know. But I know that I can finally go." Zorro nods. “I hope you can forgive me someday.” The old friend laughs lightheartedly. “I've already had that.” He picks up his girlfriend and takes her in his arms. “We will meet again and then I will defeat you.” Zorro sets her down and she disappears with her sword in hand into the world behind the dark expanse.With his head hanging, he sheathed his new sword. "Golden dragon, what will be? You and I, lost here forever?" "She could have given the sword a different color. But it looks nice, I think. What are you going to call it?" Zorro doesn't turn around the child around. Why also. “Are you coming to mock me?” The girl sighs. “You still don't understand.” “What should I understand?” “You stupid guy. I'll explain it to you.” She steps up next to him and looks at the ashes on the floor. "The Golden Dragon was the good in her, the childlike and pure. She was brought here many years ago to be damned forever. But she created a world in which a part of her could live carefree." Zorro sighs. “The Golden Dragon.” The little one nods. "She made me up unconsciously. Alysia, that was her name, always hoped for redemption and peace, but closed these thoughts from the Golden Dragon, but they were there. So I came into being.Small and unreal, because the dragon didn't let me live, he didn't know me. I was a shadow, nothing more in the world of the Golden Dragon. Undiscovered and useless. When Kuina stumbled into this world because the dragon forgot to lock a door, the hope of Kuina and Alysia mixed and I was born. “She takes some of the ashes in her little hand.” Alysia was damned many years ago. Here it would have broken. Look around, the pressure would have crushed them at some point. The golden dragon was her childlike soul, her love and all the best in her, she had to shield her despair from him. The black ate at her, sooner or later Alysia would not have had the strength to protect the world of the golden dragon. It would have been