Kylo took a seat at his dining room table and Ganusha stood before him, reaching into her pouch for a small pyramid-shaped gold-colored device that looked a little like a holocron. She waved her hand over it and it emitted a scarlet glow from its center. "Not one of these Jedi or Sith technologies," she said. "This runs purely on magic." The red light grew brighter in intensity until it enveloped the entire room.
"Your first choice of gift," Ganusha announced. "You are both evenly-matched now. She cannot defeat you in battle, nor can you defeat her. Your skills and powers are derived from one another and as your own powers have increased, so have hers. The knowledge she gains becomes your knowledge. You're both at an impasse. But you both rely solely on the Force.
"I can offer you the advantage of magic. You have no knowledge of it, so she does not either. I can cast a hex upon her, curse her so that misfortune befalls her. Then you may be able to capture her, defeat her, destroy her."
Before he could react, the dining room faded away and in its place was what appeared to be ruins of a castle or a temple. Instead of the cold stars cape of space were steel gray skies of some unfamiliar world.
"What happened to the ship?!" a bewildered Kylo demanded of Ganusha. "Where are we?!"
"A vision of what this gift can accomplish for you," the old woman said with a smirk. She led him through the ruins, stepping over broken masonry and tile. Suddenly, there was Rey, in her Jedi-like tunic and pants, lightsaber hilt in hand, entering through a crumbling stone arch. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her face, terror in her eyes. He almost called out to her but he controlled his tongue.
She stopped in her tracks, her mouth wide open but she didn't say a word. She ignited her lightsaber, a different one from the broken one that had belonged to his grandfather, the lasers extending in a golden tone from each end into a staff.
Acting on instinct, Kylo ignited his own with a stomp of his leg, his red crackling blade springing to life. She leaped at him, landing right in front of him and swinging her staff forward. He blocked her blow, then pushed her back.
They dueled, Ganush watching from the sidelines with a deranged grin. Then she chanted something in a language Kylo had never heard before, waving her hand in Rey's direction. The Jedi's lightsaber fizzled and extinguished. Rey gaped at her lightsaber hilt in utter horror and confusion, Kylo advancing on her. She tossed it aside and reached forward with her hand, pulling a large piece of stone into the air with the Force. Kylo knew she intended to throw it at him, so he turned toward it to stop its trajectory with his own powers but the stone sailed around him and glanced off of Rey's temple, knocking her to the ground. He stood over her, broken and bleeding, her eyes wide.
"Nothing's gone right," she whispered. "I don't understand…"
He stood over her, clutching his lightsaber hilt. The blade crackled, its flickering red light illuminating her terrified face. Conflicting emotions washed over him; anger at her for leaving him behind, fury at her choosing the enemy over him, but also a searing longing to be with her again. How he'd longed to open the connection with her again, praying the Force would connect them but so far those prayers went unanswered.
He could kill her right now. His words to Luke on Crait, uttered in rage, echoed in his memories. I'll destroy her. It would end the war for the Resistance would have no Jedi on its side. She wasn't the only enemy the First Order had but she was its most dangerous.
But he also knew severing their bond would be a scar within his soul that would never heal, one that would run deeper than taking Han Solo's life. Because…
Breathing heavily and perspiring, he turned to Ganusha and demanded, "What's the other gift?"