“Again. Feel the heat of the sun. Draw it in and then use it,” Reza said.
Nev wanted to sit down on the ground and just scream. He was hot and tired and dirty, the entire mess compounded by cramps. Days and days of instruction and drills with Reza were wearing on him. Reza clomped along the path outside the back of the military complex, straw hat tipped forward, cane making marks in the sandy dirt.
Nev’s current task was supposed to be turning the power from the sun into a whirlwind. All he could seem to achieve was a gust of air that wouldn’t spin. It wouldn’t even stay in one direction and frequently blew sand and dirt all over him.
“I can’t. It doesn’t work. I can’t do this.”
“Son, you can do anything you can put your mind to.”
That was the tipping point. Nev shouted. “I’m not a so
