Part Six - Jessica
The shadow emerged from the bushes pointing the flaming arrow at Rory. They suddenly aimed at a pile of logs lying on the ground in the centre of the woods. The arrow shot and it whistled towards the ground. It hit the logs and they started burning brightly, casting a warm glow around the clearing. “An arctic storm is coming towards the island, I could sense it,” a mysterious stranger explained. “But how? Isn’t this a tropical island?” Rory asked, confused how a frost would engulf a tropical island. “The island is enchanted with ancient magic that makes an arctic storm come every five years,” the mysterious figure continued. Rory, who had absolutely no idea how there was another human on a quite small island, just stood there completely dumb-founded.