"All the things I've gone through for you," he whispered. He smiled fondly at her, silently thanking the god who found his love enjoyable. Twelve times he did this. Twelve times he had been reincarnated.

He had made plenty of mistakes before. Some were small, like letting the kids have ice cream after eight, and others were big, like accidently burning down the house, but every time he fixed his wrongs and went on his merry way. This time was different. This time he had made the biggest mistake possible. And he sure wasn't letting go of that mistake's hand if he had any say in it.

(n. a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather) Once upon a time there lived two brothers. And all they wished for was to end their suffering, to smell the end of the rain of war.