A/N: This is my first CoTT FanFic! I hope you enjoy it! Please review, I would love to get better! And, naturally, this is from Theresa's perspective. She's my favorite character.

Theresa stood outside, no longer feeling comfortable around her companions. She had let them down, and she knew it. She had apologized to the gods over and over and over again, but somehow she felt like they still didn't know how much she regretted that decision. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about what would've happened if she had succeeded in her task. There would be no more gods, and her life would've been as boring as Hell. Her friends would've, for lack of any other way to describe it, killed her. She would've destroyed her life as well as her own, for a simple want that she would never get. But she knew that this was her life now. This was how she would live out her life, and that didn't bother her now. She understood that this was her new normal. She may have been different than anybody you would normally see at any High School, but she kind of liked having a sort of secret identity.

Her thoughts wandered to Jay for the second time in ten minutes. He hadn't been able to accept her death, and that baffled her. Why did he like her? I'm a monster, she thought darkly to herself. So how can he stand to come near me?

"Theresa," called a voice. She must have thought his name too many times. "I guess that this may not sound great to you right now, but we've got two weeks off from training, school, and stuff. Athena even agreed to leave, if we don't trash the house."

Theresa sighed. He was, unsurprisingly, right. The words seemed empty to her, even though she could hear the muffled cheers of everyone back inside. Jay had come to know her well over time. Theresa turned to look at him, and he smiled a little.

"Just thought you ought to know," he said quietly. "You can come in when you feel like it." He turned around, ready to leave.

"I think I'll come," Theresa whispered. It was barely audible, and her voice was slightly hoarse from lack of usage.

Jay turned back around, facing her. He now had a huge smile upon his face. "You know..." he hesitated a moment. "Being normal is overrated."

Theresa nodded. "Yeah," she agreed. "It is."

All human beings had at least once in their life wished to have a super power. Whether they wanted to be super strong, ultra fast, really smart, extra lucky, the leader, a great warrior, or maybe even a psychic, they had wanted it.

The people with those powers sometimes wanted only to be normal.