Two weeks ago, Dana had been standing in the destroyed remains of her school gymnasium after her powers had manifested during a particularly intense rendition of the national anthem. The resulting earthquake had left several students injured, but thankfully nobody had been killed. She wouldn't have been able to handle it if someone had. She had been recommended quite hastily by her principal that she be enrolled in Ottava Academy. He had been very insistent. Her parents had handled most of the paperwork and packed her bag and now, here she was, staring out the bus window as she approached the massive ornate building that would be her new home for the foreseeable future. She swallowed hard as the massive marbled building came into view. She suddenly missed the few friends she had had previously and was tempted to just stay on the bus when it stopped across the street from the school. She swallowed hard and picked up her bass in one hand, and slung her bag over her other shoulder. She stepped off the buss and across the threshold into her new life.