There was nothing for a moment. Just a normal handshake. But when their hands were about to part, that's when the images came. Nothing concrete, just a jumble of things. The same image of a college room as before. The young woman with dark hair and a dog in a playground eating snacks. An empty car under a dusty tarp in an underground parking lot (I shouldn't have left...) A boy in a junkyard- not a boy? a spirit?- and then a suggestion of the near future, and a path that would rise to meet him with proper guidance and education. And then the real prophesy of the future, of a bronzed boy of the same age but with a steady gaze, dark curly hair and music in his soul, standing tall under an olive tree in the noonday sun, looking across a field as a battle-scarred man with a crested helmet under one arm walked towards him, hand outstretched...
Merlin coughed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, clenching his eyes shut in case Kaden had seen that telltale glow. "Good lad," he said, a little nonsensically but just to fill the silence.