Part 1: Before (A/N: in this prologue, there will be a "Lana". I should tell you here that she is not the same Lana-she is not Lana Lang)

Part 1A: Yesandra

This is my story, but to most of you it won't seem that way. But hold on for the ride. Don't worry; we'll get there soon. I was the first one to come to Earth, way before anything started. I guess those thinking logically would say that I started it. But when people panic, no one thinks logically. They look right past the obvious; they are blind to what is staring them straight in the face. People say they are smart and they know a lot, but how much do they really know? I mean, it's already the fifteenth century. They can't be that stupid. But then again, Krypton always was more technologically advanced. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. I guess I'm lucky, too, that they wouldn't be suspecting anything.

Yes, you heard me right. I'm from a different planet- a planet where the men are strong, but the women are stronger. A planet of people who can run faster than the speed of sound but not quite as fast as the speed of light….a planet of people who are super-strong and super-intelligent…a planet of people who can shoot fire and blinding light from their eyes and whose eyesight can penetrate through solid objects…a race of people who can do virtually anything.

Oh yeah, and our looks are intoxicating. Literally. Did you know that there was a tiny percentage of Kryptonians-an elite race-that is even powerful than the rest? We are intoxicatingly beautiful. Most of us have long, dark, raven-colored hair, but not all of us. Some of us are albinos, some of us are blond. We vary, like everyone else. But we have something ethereal about us, something haunting behind our emerald eyes. Or silver eyes. It depends. We can control objects with our minds….we can do anything with our minds…the only thing we can't control is time. What a pity. People say might wins against mind, but I disagree. For us, the two aren't foes. They're both on our side. Yes, I am one of them. I guess Earthling terminology for us would be alien witches. Hehe. My name is Yesandra Thero.

I was sent to Earth to form a hidden colony. An invisible colony. No one will ever know. I will travel back to Krypton to mate. The prophecy writes that I must make ten children. Ten Kryptonians, dispersed among the lands of the planet Earth.

After that, I guess I'll be out of the picture. I can already feel the forces of apathy tugging incessantly at my soul. My duty is to create a secret race. That is all. I let my dark brown hair cover my sheer, pale face. I want to laugh at how hauntingly beautiful I am, but I don't really care. So what if I am thin and look good and have all the power in the world. There is no meaning in my life. I was raised to do everything mathematically. I was raised to crave perfection and despise emotion. My father told me that "love" did not exist. In the dull monotone I was forced into, I had told him that one day I would prove him wrong. Now I'm starting to believe him.

Sometimes I hate being a Thero. I hate being the Countess Yesandra Thero. I am the most powerful woman on Krypton. I could kill the strongest kryptonian man in a millisecond. That's how much stronger woman are than men on Krypton. I guess that's the wall that comes between us. That's why I have to be careful during intercourse, so I don't hurt anyone. Sometimes I think it isn't fair but then I break out of the spell and embrace my power. I wouldn't want what happened to my sister, Lana Thero, to happen to me. The king of Krypton ordered her executed because she spoke out against the rules. She stepped out of the line. She was a rebel. Sometimes I wish I was that strong.

You're probably wondering, how could they kill her? After all, Lana and I were twins. We were the most powerful women on Krypton…perhaps in the entire universe. I wouldn't be surprised. Anyways, we do have one weakness. A glowing green stone found only on our planet is poisonous to us. It is lethal; it is the only thing that can kill us. Lead protects us from it.

Anyways, ever since than I have been silent. I haven't dared to be different; to stand out. Father sent me to Earth to start the colony about a month after Lana was killed. I've been on Earth for almost a year now. I have three kryptonian men with me. Father didn't tell me their names. He said that names weren't what was important. In a way, I guess, he was right. But not in the way he meant.

Anyways, I asked them their names, but I'm not going to bother to tell you, because, like Father said, it isn't important. It would just confuse you, anyways. What matters is that I produced ten kryptonian heirs: five female, five male (you see, I have the power to control what gender they will be. That's how it was so precise; so even; so perfect.)

Then I killed the fathers. It was my duty. It was what Father told me to do. And I didn't want to executed. I didn't want to suffer Lana's horrible fate.

But as time passed I grew weary of my duty. I grew tired of ignoring my heart. Slowly, I fell in love with my own son. For earthlings, this may seem wrong, but on Krypton intercourse between mother and son was not rare. It was common, in fact. It was just intercourse. There was no emotion, no love. Nothing was real. On Krypton, the only thing that was real was power. And that wasn't even real. Anyways, soon Jade was born. Jade was my daughter. Jade was also my granddaughter. Maybe I'd be born a hundred times. Who knows? I haven't aged a bit yet. But my soul is getting pretty tired. So is my mind. But I hade Jade-Countess Jade Thero. She would take my place. She was the last flame; my last hope. I made sure she knew about Lana. I made sure she knew how much I loved Lana, my twin sister. I made sure Jade knew how important and powerful beautiful Lana was. I made sure Jade knew that love did exist, and it was far stronger than the strongest woman in the universe. Love was the most powerful force ever, and I cast a spell trapping love into four stones-the four elements of the universe. I told Jade to protect them, and in that she would protect the memory of the Countess Lana Thero, the Aunt she never met.

Jade grew strong and powerful and beautiful. My soul grew weary. I cast my last spell, and then flew back to Krypton. I wasn't afraid to speak my mind anymore. I felt Lana's strength boiling inside of me. It was the year 1462. I was going to try to save Krypton from itself. Even if I was killed in the process.

Part 1B: Jade

My name is Jade. I have a last name, but I don't care that much for it. My story isn't that important, so I'll tell you what matters: I fell in love with a human, but I had to let him go, because that's just wrong. You can't cross between species. At least, I don't know if you can. I hold my heritage really close to my heart. My mother, Yesandra. And Lana. Yesandra told me so many stories about Lana. She seemed so pure-hearted.

I traveled back to Krypton to find a man so I could produce an heir-someone who can continue to protect the power of the stones. What did Yesandra say they were for, again? Oh well, it doesn't matter. What matters is that they are powerful, and power is the key to everything. I am already powerful, of course, but I still want the stones. They are mine. They will increase my power by a multiple of ten. I need the stones.

Then I gave birth to Isobella. She is a full kryptonian-witch, of course. None on us are half-blood. I wouldn't have intercourse with a human, because the heir would be weaker. Her blood would not be pure. And no one wants that, now, does she?

I made sure she knew about Lana. Something told me that Lana was even more important than the stones. I didn't understand. What could be more important than power? But I reluctantly listened to the voice that told me to not let Lana's story be forgotten.

Part 1C: Isobella

Isobella's story is known, of course, but how much do you really know?

Isobella followed Jade's path. She did everything for power. It was what she wanted to do. Nothing else mattered to her. She produced a full-blood kryptonian heir, of course, who would go onto do the same. The process would be continued. The secret race couldn't be obliterated, after all. Now who would want that?

So the family continued after Isobella was burned at the stake (that's a different story). Not that it was a family. Yesandra had tried to get rid of the jagged angle, but no one listened. It was still there. Everything was based on math and specifics. Nothing was ever "in between". Nothing was shady. Everything was perfect.

Eventually, the family name was dispersed. They didn't forget their power, or their origin, but they neglected their heritage. They forgot their heritage. They let it tarnish, like what had almost happened to Yesandra's soul. But Yesandra wasn't the most powerful woman in the universe; Lana was, because Lana was willing to die for what she knew was right-with out hesitation or doubt. Lana was pure-hearted; it was surprising that she wasn't an angel.

Late in the 20th century, Lana was reborn. Not the Countess Lana Thero, of course. Reincarnation was bogus; even for Kryptonians it wasn't possible. The Langs grew up not knowing their heritage. They knew their origins, but they left Krypton so they could be on Earth and follow their hearts. They broke out of the mathematical norm: the Langs had fallen in love. They produced the last full-blooded Krypronian heir; the last daughter of Krypton.

Lana Lang.

Eventually, a meteor shower from their own planet rained down. It was sent down as punishment; as an executions. The King of Krypton (yes, one man ruled the entire planet) had made the secret race illegal. He had made traveling to Earth illegal. He started the very war that would destroy the planet. The meteor shower killed Mrs. And Mr. Lang, just like the original Countess Lana Thero had been executed. But they had died for the most powerful thing in the universe: love.

But that wasn't all the King of Krypton had sent. He had sent his only son, Kal-El, to kill the Langs' daughter.

There were other reasons, of course, but it wasn't love. It wasn't for his safety. It wasn't fear. At least that is what Jor-El convinced himself. He wasn't about to become a hypocrite. He wasn't going to let his wife, Lara, become a hypocrite, either. But some forces were inevitable.

On Earth, his one and only son, Kal-El, would be safe. Maybe he'd even be freed; maybe he'd even find love. Probably not, and Jor-El certainly hoped not, but their was a tiny voice, fainter than the faintest of whispers, that told him that something was going to go right.

And who would ever dream that the heir of the rebels would fall in love with the heir of the evil king? It was just unethical.

Who knows….