The Brewing Tempest

There's a sacred rule that every tyrant must follow: disguise weakness with strength. A strong storm is forming. Few know what's going on. It moves unseen behind the mist. But when the lightning strikes and the thunder claps, suspicion leaks out. In its stead is fear. Snaking in the hearts and minds of the witnesses, they shy away. Battling a storm like this would be insanity. It would ruin everything peaceful and good. But there is one willing to go out in the storm and find its source. There's one who is willing to risk almost anything. Sacrifice anything. Except for one thing. When the storm takes that one thing away, will the hero emerge victorious? Or will this one hide in the shadows, waiting to become a victim of the brewing tempest's rage?