Day 3: Cloud Castle of the Storm King

Lyn awoke. The classroom was empty. The handsome boy was gone. She gasped and ran to the window. The rain had stopped, the evening sun painting what clouds remained beautiful shades of orange.

Was it real? The boy and his castle in the sky? Were those dances and chases across the thunderheads just a vivid dream?

She sighed, dejectedly. Magic didn't exist.

Lyn's cellphone buzzed. She reached into her pocket and her hand brushed against a strange object. A flute.

Her heart raced as she read the inscription:

"Whenever the rain falls, play this and I will come for you."