Berserk

Alden looked down at his trembling hands, and hoped that what he had just heard was not a cruel figment of his own imagination. 

Surely, there was just no way it was possible? 

It didn't make sense. 

'How could Maeve be the Matriarch?' 

Age aside, one was a Transcendent, and the other, a child. 

The only explanation Alden could think of was that it was an illusion - a very elaborate, incredibly life-like illusion. The young man recalled the soft sensation of the little girl's hair as he patted her, her smooth skin which was a far cry from Alden's rough and calloused own, her polished eyes reminiscent of a green sapphire, all of it was so real. 

He struggled to believe it could be fake.