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Evan's POV

The wind pushed him towards the rural areas of England. Once again he was under the guide of the wind. So far it had not been led him astray.

It led him to a small town that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. It's name hadn't ever been in a map that he had seen. Not that he had been allowed to see many maps.

The towns people gave him odd looks. No doubt it was due to his clothing. Days on the road had taken its toll. They were torn in several spots and extremely dirty.

As he walked through town the wind pushed him towards the bar. He wouldn't be allowed in there. For one thing he was too young. For another he looked like some thing the cat dragged in. Trying his best to brush off the dirt from his clothes he entered. The wind was insistent. This was where he was supposed to be.

A man stood behind the bar. He had salt and pepper hair with grey eyes. Those grey eyes turned to study him when the door opened. They seemed to take in his appearance.

The man said," You're too young to be in here kid. Get out."

Harry turned his head taking in the man's appearance. In a strange way the man reminded him of himself. Someone hiding from what they were but why did he feel this way. Nothing about him or his appearance screamed contractor. Then again neither did Evan's.

The spirits of the wind brushed against him. Telling him that this is where he was supposed to be.

So he squared his shoulders and said," My name is Evan Webb and I was led here for an reason not yet clear. Despite my own misgivings it seems I am supposed to be here."

The man's eyes stared at him. First there was only confusion then there was anger. An anger directed at him the likes of which rivaled even Snape's.

The man said in a quiet tone," Get out of my bar. I have long since left that life behind."

The air began to stir around them as Evan's own anger came forward. So much had happened in so little time. Answers were right in front of him but the man wanted him to leave. He couldn't allow this to happen.

Kote's POV

It had been about a month since he felt the spirits become agitated. It had been many years since they had been so active. The last time he ignored it only for them to stop a few days later. He knew what that meant and had tried to keep the guilt from eating at him. Whoever the last mage had been they died soon after their awakening.

This new mage was powerful and very untrained. While he could tell he was in a protected area he knew it wouldn't last. As with the last mage he ignored the spirits urging him to find the new mage. It would only bring pain and heartbreak. Something he couldn't go through again.

It was already the middle of August. The heat of the day kept most people inside. So as usual his bar was completely empty. This left him without distractions to help him through the spirits urging him to leave. It made his skin crawl.

What he didn't expect was someone to come in. It was a black haired child no more than thirteen by his height. When the boy looked up saw the brilliant green eyes. If he didn't know any better he would have said the boy was the contractor to the spirits of the earth.

Yet it was not the spirits of the earth that were agitated. It was the spirits of wind and fire. The spirits of earth and water had been silent for as long as he could remember.

He remembered times of when the contractors stood together. Before the time where wizards betrayed them. He had known it was coming. Wizards had been talking about killing them off for years.

At first the killings had been just spirit mages. The rank ones and twos. They were inconsequential. Then it had gone to the stronger members of the mages. Eventually going after the contractors.

When the killings had started he left changing his name to Kote. Anna the earth contractor had tried to convince him to fight back. To help her and the others. Instead he had refused and he made his way to the country side.

One by one he had felt the spirits go silent. The knowledge that with the silence of the spirits meant that his friends had died. First went the water spirts. Lenna the nicest of all of the contractors. Second had been the the wind spirits. David their tactician. Anna had been the last to fall.

By the time she died he had made a life as Kote. A bartender who had an unknown past. Something that haunted him.

Kote said to the boy coming back to reality," You're too young to be in here kid. Get out."

The boy shook his head. Then Kote felt it. Felt something that shouldn't have been. The spirits of the wind were leading the boy. This wasn't good.

The boy seemed to square his shoulders as he said," My name is Evan Webb and I was led here for an reason not yet clear. Despite my own misgivings it seems I am supposed to be here."

His eyes widened. Not only a mage but a contractor. This was going to be a repeat. He felt so old. He was old. Much older than any living wizard or mage. Now he was feeling every part of his age.

Anger coursed through him. This boy would be the reason why the wizards found him. Many years of hiding for nothing. The spirits of fire reacting to his anger. It took all of his control for them not to gain control.

He said quietly," Get out of my bar. I have long since left that life behind."

It seemed the boy wasn't as much in control as he was. The air stairs little lights of blue began swirling around the boy known as Evan. Even with his years of experience he couldn't summon that many spirits that fast.

They were definitely the spirits of wind. Only the spirits of the wind could be summoned that quickly. Green eyes had just a hint of blue in them. A contractors unactivated stigma. Just as a hint of red entered his own.

Kote said moving around the side of his bar," You need to calm down before you destroy my bar."

Instead of calming the boy it seemed to agitate him further. The air began to circulate. The spirits of the wind became more numerous. Something that should not have been possible for one so young. This was more than a regular contractor. There weren't any words to describe this kind of contractor.

It was something only spoken of in legends. The contractors that had more power than any before them. Only a handful of them had been confirmed in years past. None for more centuries than even he had been alive.

This wasnt going to end well for him unless he was prepared for a true fight. It had been too long since he communed with his own spirits. With how they answered the boy's call he communed with them on a regular basis.

He focused on the anger in his belly. A honest anger that was key to synchonozing with the spirits of fire. Honest anger filled him. This brat would not destroy everything he had built.

Golden flames erupted around him and his eyes had more flecks of red than before. Not quite into the contract. Not quite out of it either. Green eyes of the boy had had more blue in them before. The possibility of him activating his contract was good.

They needed to get outside. The wind would destroy his bar. His fire would finish the what was left.

He snarled," We need to take this outside. I won't destroy the bar I worked so hard to build."

The wind only intensified. It was as if he didn't have any control. Then it hit him. The child didn't have any control of his powers. That was probably the worst thing that could happen.

Evan's POV

He landed painfully outside the bar on his back. Part of him knew his magic was out of control. Yet he didn't care. Instead he wanted the man to understand. Understand that he had nowhere else to go. Nowhere else to turn. That sending him away would be signing his death warrant.

A voice deep and familiar said inside his mind as he regained his feet," As you are now you will not be able to make the man listen. I will help you this once child. Remember this feeling. This is how you open you contract."

A wind barrier formed around him. Not even realizing his eyes had closed an image formed in his mind. It was a pair of large slate grey doors. They were both unfamiliar and familiar to him at the same time.

The voice said returning a pressure hit the doors," Hear me Spirits of the wind. In the name of the contract lend me your power."

A power filled him like none other as the doors opened. An azure blue light was behind it. Spirits came filing out of it. More than he could count. Or even see. There were just so many. They gave him strength and courage that was so unfamiliar to him. Yet at the same time it was. Like an old friend greeting you after many years apart.

When he opened his eyes they were no longer green with fleck of blue. They were azure blue with power behind them. The fire mage took a step away from him.

He said in a breathless voice," So it's true. You are not just a mage. You are contracted to the spirit king of the wind. I never thought I would live to see the day. Then again you are far out of your league, brat. Best turn back now."

Instead of answering him Evan shot off a wave of wind. The man side stepped it. His eyes like Harrison's were closed. It only took a moment in that moment he had tried to attack. Every attack sent was thwarted by the man. When he opened his eyes it was like looking at Voldemort's eyes. Upon closer inspection however he realized they were two different kinds of red. This man had eyes like fire while Voldemort's had been like blood.

The orange flames around the man only grew in intensity. Even at a distance Evan could feel them. So that was the power of a contractor.

Evan glanced around them. The town streets were deserted. It seemed the people had taken the hint that something was wrong and went to hide. Smart people.

He was about to return his mind to the right. Already feeling the scorching heat of the man's attack. Then he heard a sound that stopped him. It sounded like a child's cry.

When he threw up a wind barrier around himself he tried to find its source. Not to far from him was a little girl. She was hiding next to a building. With the angle of how they were fighting if he moved to dodge she would be in direct line of the attack.