AN:

This is my first fanfic, so I would really appreciate reviews. Is it good? Bad? Do you have suggestions, questions or comments?

By the way I don't own Narnia or any of the characters you recognize. Those all belong either to Douglas Gresham or Walden Media. And the character of Perry-Dan belongs to a friend of mine, who said I could use it. And now, without further ado, I present to you the story of:

Peridan of Narnia

Manhattan, New York
Summer 1935

Seven-year old Dan Perry ran down the streets of Manhattan. How he'd ever gotten this far, he didn't know. But here he was, a loaf of bread in his hand, being chased by an angry baker who thought he had stolen it.

Maybe he should have turned the other way, but there had been no time to think. Presently he dived under a pushcart to hide and breath. Oh, his mother would have had such a fit if she saw him as dirty as he got these days. But both his parents had died nearly a year ago of food poisoning. In fact, he had been the only one in his family that escaped it, because he was down with the flu and wouldn't eat. And then the landlord had kicked him out because he couldn't pay rent.

After a big truck went by, he crawled out from his hiding place. The baker was nowhere in sight, so he started to make his way back to his bridge, where he slept, ate, and made a base of operations. The sun was going down now, and soon it would be dark, but he couldn't go anywhere else, for he didn't know Manhattan's streets or their people. He felt much safer at his bridge in the Bronx, and he knew several people there that were friendly to the orphans and sometimes even shared their food.

The Hudson River seemed unusually silent as he flew across the bridge to the Bronx. That said, it was getting late, and most of the boatmen were probably gone home for the night. He was exhausted after being chased around the city, and slowed down almost to a drag. And then, he blinked, and before he knew it he was falling down a sewer hole.