A/N: So here's the thing. I've been trying to figure out what kind of AU would keep me posting chapter after chapter. I knew it had to have some magic in there, and I wanted it to be set in a high school. See I already have a medieval AU so I didn't want to rehash that era, but that's usually where magic resides.

Then I thought, okay let's do something Harry Potter-esque, but I just couldn't get hyped. I've read so many great Supercorp fics set in the HP world, that I knew I couldn't consciously write a story without drawing heavily from them. Plus, I'm not as in tune with the HP world as I once was, so I thought of what I was really knowledgeable about and somehow found myself writing this-a modern AU, set in high school that revolves around Lena having magic.

Without giving too much away, here are a few key elements to this story:

I like the notion of a human Kara and Lena with powers. The role reversal allows me to really play with their relationship dynamics in a different way from the show.

I was a huge Smallville fan when it first aired, and really liked how Lex started out... of course he became the bad guy, but the initial Lex is always who I think of when I'm writing a benevolent Lex. In this story, he'll definitely not be the sadistic person he is in the canonverse.

Lena will still go through many tribulations, and Lex won't always be the perfect brother, but I want to explore a Lena that isn't necessarily riddled by an evil brother. Instead... she'll be riddled by a different evil and that (I hope) will keep me invested in this fic.

Anyhow, enough of my rant; please read, review and enjoy!

- AL

Story: Woven

Prologue: Spellweavers

She curled up on the large, cushiony chair that sat in the corner of her room; her eyes scanned her book to and fro. It was a rewriting of Arthurian lore, a tale retold from the women's point of view and it was fascinating. Lena inhaled sharply as she entered the Lady Morgana and her astute observations of Avalon. She had read many tales that revolved or, at the very least include Morgan Le Fay. Many likened her to a witch, casting her in the same light as Merlin, who was a renowned warlock. She was nothing of the sort.

If anything, Morgana was of the faery people, descendant of the Faery Queen. She was a priestess of the Old Faith and as complex a moral being as there ever was. Lex had told her not to dwell too much on Morgana's tale or the many renditions of her as a villain.

'Like every mortal book, Morgana's tale is riddled with fallacies. She was shaped by men's fear of her power. We will always be more than what they make of us. You understand, right Lee?'

His warning had been sincere, and Lena knew he was right. He had become her sole guardian after her mother had passed when she was five and she thought herself alone in this world. Mother had never spoke of her father or any relatives, so when a soft spoken man with gentle, green eyes approached her during the funeral, she scarce believed he was real.

'Hello there little one, my name is Lex. I might not seem it,' he smiled and rubbed his bald head, 'but I'm your older brother.'

She had bawled, overwhelmed by her emotions. Although he claimed to be her older brother, Lex looked young and Lena thought for sure she had created yet another imaginary friend. The skies that day were solemn and gray, and though it did not rain, thunder rumbled in the distance. She remembered he had knelt before her and she reached out tentatively to touch his face. He stood still and smiled softly when Lena gasped as her small hand made contact with his cheek-he was real.

Since then, Lena accompanied him from place to place. They never stayed anywhere too long, and that was solely Lena's fault. She always knew she was different, but it was Lex who taught her how to manage that difference. From her brother she learned spells to manipulate objects around her, to ward off malevolent spirits, and, most importantly, how to control her emotions.

The first time she had let her emotions overrun her, she had started a small fire in the playground. The boys and girls had been teasing her about her pale skin and calling her a baby because she carried around a stuffed animal. It was a lion that Lex had given her and it was enchanted. He told her it would mute the connection between her emotions and her magical discharge, that it would keep others safe. What she liked about it most was that it served as a connection to Lex even when he wasn't by her. She hadn't known when they met, but Lex was the head of a large business empire and that kept him very busy.

'This is Lionel, he'll serve as your buddy when I'm not around. He's a very special lion. Here, why don't you hold him?' He handed Lena the lion and then took a deep breath and exhaled. "How do you feel?"

"Calm," Lena responded as she pulled the stuffed animal to her chest.

Lex smiled, "as long as you hold him, you'll be able to sense me and I'll sense you too. If ever you're feeling alone, I'll remind you that you're not. You'll do just fine, Lee.'

She loved Lionel almost as much as she loved Lex. That's why when one of the boys ripped him away from her, she easily lost control. She felt a burning rage consume her, her blood boiled as the boy threatened to rip Lionel's arm off, and before she could comprehend what happened, the playground was aflame. Thankfully, no one was harmed and Lex donated a whole new playground, but Lena was quickly enrolled elsewhere.

'It's alright Lee… we'll just start over, and remember people like us are special. Others will always be cruel to the things that scare them, but we mustn't let them control us with their fear. We're bigger than them, so we must rise above their base emotions. Do you understand, Lee?'

To be honest, she really hadn't grasped the truth of Lex's words until her last 'incident'. It was her 6th time transferring into a school, and it started like all of the others… with rumors. Being related to Lex Luthor was reason enough for others to assume that Lena was wealthy and most likely a 'freak like her brother'. The whispers told her as much. She kept Lionel in her backpack, tucked safely away from judging eyes, and ignored the rumors as best as she could. She even made it a point to keep to herself as much as possible, but somehow her plans always diverged eventually. Samantha Arias was different.

Lena's heart fell as she anxiously scanned the area for her bag. She had taken a power nap at the base of the grand tree in the school's mostly vacant garden. When she heard the tardy bell, she cursed herself for oversleeping and hurried to class. It was only until she reached down to get a pencil from her backpack that she realized her mistake-she had forgotten her bag. Her eyes teared as it became apparent that her bag was nowhere in sight.

'Hey!'

Lena jumped at the sound, but quickly whirled around to see what trouble was heading her way. A girl smiled at her and waved- Lena's bag firmly held in her other hand. Lena bit her lip and fretted over how she might get her bag back without conflict.

"I ran to your class when mine let out, but they told me you practically sprinted out of there," the girl huffed as she caught her breath. "Here you go," Sam handed her the bag.

"Thank you," Lena's voice was small but sure.

"No problem, you're Lena, right? I'm Sam, it's nice to meet you."

Lena nodded, unaccustomed to a genuinely friendly human.

"I ummmm knew it was your bag because of your lion… he has your name stitched on him."

Lena pinched her lips and readied herself for an insult.

"He's so cute, what's his name?" Sam asked.

Since then, their friendship developed naturally and Lena found herself actually enjoying her time spent at school. She should have known it wouldn't last. It was the end of their sophomore year and their class had decided to throw an end of year party. Sam was excited and wore her favorite pair of jeans; they were faded but her and Sam had spent a good amount of time doodling on them. When they walked in, Lena gasped as a rush of cold liquid poured over her head. She glanced sideways and was horrified-there stood Sam with black paint dripping down her hair, covering her clothes and pooling on the floor.

Then it happened. Lena lost control and this time people did get hurt… including Sam. That's how she found herself in Midvale, a town with a 1500 population sign posted at the boundary and smack dab in the middle of nowhere. Lex had taken time off and accompanied Lena much to her dismay; not that she didn't want him around, but she felt guilty burdening him with her problems. She couldn't even promise him that this time would be different.

What made matters worse was that Lex refused to scold her for everything that had happened. Instead he took her shopping, bought her a book and helped her move into her new room. He had purchased an estate that overlooked the town and Lena wished he hadn't. Trying to go unnoticed was really hard when you owned the creepiest, biggest hill on the lot.

'I actually own half the town,' Lex had explained when Lena commented on the house. 'Our father's family settled here a long time ago. Back then we went by the name Thorul. They were the first Spellweavers.'

Lena sighed, she had a feeling her new classmates would treat her like an outsider regardless of their family's history. After all, Lena was convinced she was cursed, which she supposed many fifteen year old girls held similar sentiments. Tomorrow she'd be starting her junior year at Midvale High. This time she'd take care not to make any friends, not to make the same mistakes she had made at previous schools, and to keep her emotions in check.

This time would be different.

A/N: So there it is. The beginning of an epic adventure that you all will be joining me for. Next chapter we'll accompany Lena on her first day at Midvale High!