AN: Well, here I am, writing another chapter. As always, I don't own Narnia or any of the characters you recognize. Or Perry-Dan.

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Here's Chapter Two: In Which Dan Arrives in Narnia, and a Name is Found for him. Read on!

Dan was falling, falling, falling for what must have been ten minutes. When he hit bottom it didn't seem anything like the sewer tunnels he remembered, for instead of seeing pipes suspended in the air and pools of water from condensation, and no life but bugs, rats and what mold and algae could grow in the nearly complete darkness, he felt the shocking impact of a hard earth floor, heard the resounding smack of his shoes thereon, and became aware that he was in some sort of a closet or cellar. It was much colder than New York should have been in the summer, and at least in that room, entirely dark.

He didn't know what else to do, so he started feeling around for a door. At first, he came upon a shelf stocked with a meager supply of mushrooms and carrots, and then three bows, each about three feet long. Finally he discovered the door, which had no handle.

"It's just my luck," he muttered. "I suppose nothing will ever go right for me. It never did anyway." And then he sharply rebuked himself, for everything used to go well for him, all up till his whole family died. And after that- well, after that it all changed. But if he were honest with himself, his life was probably a lot better than that of an average orphan. Not that that was saying much, but he was alive and well, and not stuck in the charge of some grumpy old governess who cared less than anything how the children felt.

Someone obviously lived here, although he didn't hear them. Maybe the person who lived here worked late or went out to eat. But just to make sure they heard him if they were here, he banged on that door with both his fists and all his might. And just as he was about to give up, it flew open, and outside it stood a short, stocky man with a red beard nearly bigger than his belly.

"Bricklethumb," the man asked, not bothering to see who Dan actually was, "Have you managed to get yourself locked in the closet again?"

When Dan didn't answer, the figure looked closer, and then exclaimed, "Lion's mane, you're not Bricklethumb. Why, I do believe you're- well, you certainly look like... a human!"

"'Course I'm a human," Dan replied. "Aren't you a human too?

Without giving an answer, the red man hollered, "Rogin! Brickl;ethumb! Get over here and see what I've found!"

At this two more people appeared, one carrying a satchel and another wielding a short sword. "What is it, Duffle," asked the first. "Have I left my bow strung?"

"Oh, it's nothing of the sort, Rogin," the one who had found him replied. "I've found a human! Right here in our closet!"

"But Duffle," the one who by elimination had to be Bricklethumb remarked, "You know they're illegal. One can't allow those creatures to stay in his house, lest he be arrested- mayhap even turned to stone!"

At this point Dan interrupted. "Why do you keep saying about humans? Aren't you human yourselves?"

"Humans!" The one with the satchel snorted. "Ain't nobody's seen a human in Narnia since before I was born. And if they have, they either kill them on the spot or turn them in to the witch-queen, Jadis. It's by her order they've been chased out and killed off, for she fears if four of them should turn up, her reign would be over and done in a moment. It would too, for that's the prophecy a centaur made before even her reign began."

"So what are you?"

"What are we? Each of us is a full-blooded Narnian Red Dwarf. And we're also the resistance. Who might you be?"

Dan didn't want to reveal his identity to three strangers, so he mixed his name up a bit. "You may call me... Peridan."

"And a fine name it is. Now come, Peridan, and we'll get you something to warm you up."