Next part - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12585160/
First Part - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12585072/
Full Story - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12332286/

Where on earth where they all coming from? Blues yellows greens and reds. Stripes, spots, runic markings. Some wore horns, antlers. Some wore strange jewellery with limbs wrapped in cloth. Then I saw the entrance. The corridor of building broke on to the far left of me, beginning a new street. Both buildings guarding the entrance where covered in an explosion of paint which wrapped round the corners leading into this new street. Nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see.
Round the corner was a new world. Mountains, forests, castles. Dragons flying in a wispy blue sky being held together by cream coloured clouds. Fantasy at its purest. All painted along the buildings. These beautiful Azikai. These astonishing artists. They live in slums. They wear no clothes. They behave like animals, breed like rabbits, and care little for any kind of order or standards amongst modern living. And yet they created a new world. Painted their own paradise to live in. Almost as if they where pretending they where somewhere else. I had walked into another world.
I was walking amongst a story book. A Street entirely painted. Azikai folklore, something I vaguely remembered. Something I adored. The pagan culture and music. The freedom of running amongst forests. They were playing music. Stringed instruments, large droning pipes, small fluty sounds, and something that sounded like harps coming from the overhanging trees.
For a while I couldn’t move. I could only stare with these fantastical Azikai wandering past, blissfully lost in their own world. This really was a story book world. I could see the progression of Images along the buildings. Azikai exploring the forest, being watched by creatures that reminded me only of birds. They explored the forests, coming across stone ruins. Temples of sorts. Large overgrown ruins that could have once been palaces and arenas. As I wandered on the images got darker. The Explorers had found an entrance leading underground. I stopped wandering staring at the strange building in front of me. It was taller. Had two small towers to each side. The image on it seemed to implode on itself sucking in the mountain landscape around it into a door. A door that was painted open, but in reality closed. All the images to the left I had seen of the explorers lead to this one point. The endless mural to the right of me showed a new world of impish like demons leaving the ruined temple under a painted night sky. So whatever was inside of this building was clearly the answer to why both worlds where different to the left and right of me. Had the Azikai explorers released something? Opened the gates of the underworld? Or entered the temple and left as demons? I did love the look of the demons they painted, just so impish and mischievous. Almost an alternative reflection of themselves.
There must have been something religious about this. Some strong deep cultural bond which kept the Street busy to the left of me, and much quieter to the right of me where the imps played on the walls. I started to wonder, where did they get all the paint from? But then I thought, Nah. Don’t ruin the magic with logic. Remain a child.
I wandered on amongst the darker street. The imps running through the night forest. The windows of the houses in this area where boarded up and painted over. Somehow I think these people where quite superstitious. This half of the street was virtually abandoned, but not rundown, still well maintained. The images on the walls showed these imps killing with a smile on their face. Killing Azikai and other strange races I could not name. On one small scene the impish demons where sitting on the shoulders of a king. Whispering into his ear as tears ran down his face. For some reason this image seamed out of place. I couldn’t help but stop and stare. There was a song in my head, ever growing. A soft sweet song. Slow, quiet. Strings. Muted violins. No one else could hear.
Looking along the wall the imps where being crushed in the hands of the king. He was standing on one as it bled. I could feel tears rushing to my eyes. I had to look away. Didn’t want to cry in public.
My emotions where definitely shaky at the time. Didn’t really know why. I felt like they would start to do whatever they wanted now. I had to stop where no one would see me. Sit down in a quiet corner of the street, and let my mind sort it’s self out. At first my breathing was a bit shaky; I couldn’t help but quietly laugh at my situations. I didn’t realise it at first, but I was crying. Everything had finally caught up with my, the gravity of the situation. I had nowhere to go, no one to look after me. Those poor imps. Those poor evil little creatures that burnt so bright on the walls, just to be crushed moments later.
As far as I can remember (which isn’t much to go on) I’ve never felt this way before. So alive... happy. I was laughing again. I quickly wiped the tears off my face and leant back onto the wall. Gazing up at the sky. Maybe, just maybe, if I’m lucky... that painted world is out there. Maybe I’m staring at the painted sky right now. I had to get out of the slums. Had to see beyond the walls. I left the alleyway and continued my aimless wander, hoping I would somehow bump into the exit.
I was smiling to myself as I wandered down the lavish crumbling streets. I was going to see a new world; I was going to see dragons, wizards, fairies, and a guy handing out leaflets. Maybe the streets would run off the edge of this make believe world. Hang over a void as the buildings sank into the abyss. Maybe the world I passed would disappear. Sink away as my mind chooses to forget. Maybe none of this is real. A world sustained by my fragile consciousness. Just to sink away when I'm not looking. There was a strange feeling of despair. I wanted this to be real. But then again, maybe I’m better off lying in a coma with my mother watching over me. A different life I Might already have after briefly starting a new one. Maybe I needed this. What was so bad in my other life that meat I had to live this one? What on earth was I thinking?! Snap out of it! Don’t walk into a wall! Or even worse, Mr. Brow off.
Just as I escaped the annoying little imp pulling wires in my head, I heard laughter. Muffled giggles and clicking sounds. I slowly turned my head to see two teenage girls behind me taking pictures with their camera phones. "oh, balls" I whispered to myself.
Now I should have been wondering how the hell they could afford camera phones, but priorities first. I wasn't going to turn round. Didn't want them getting a picture of the front. So I continued to walk on, but the giggling didn't fade. They were following me. So what was an Idiot like me going to do? I barely had a grasp on reality at the time, didn’t even know if they were real. So if this was a dream, and none of this was my imagination, would my actions have any consequences? Only after a few meters I sighed, rolling my eyes and stopped. I smiled, raising my arm and shouted back at them in a rather childish tone "Stop it!". My god they screeched out laughing! And just as I guessed, that was them hindered for the moment. So I quickly walked on, thinking they would stay behind. But no. They followed again.
They were wearing clothes, not much but still. There were no more mountain scapes on the wall. No more painted people. Had I Passed that world? Was It even real? I would have gone back to check but with those two Scampering along like desperate little pixies after me, I found it quite hard to. They Giggled away, shouting "Take 'em off!" Thinking that whistling at me would somehow encourage me to. I didn’t really know if they were trying to Insult or complement me. I pretended it was a compliment and ignored all the dark glares from passerby’s in the street. There was only one action I could think of. One way to show my fans appreciation. Run away. Back to the roofs!