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   Chronicles of the   
   Children of Destiny   
       
   Ambriel at the Farm   
       
       
   By   
   Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly   
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   (An Exclusive story for the 'Chronicles of the Children of Destiny' Google   
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   Ambriel owned a big farm in Terraphora.  He had bought it with Meludiel in the   
   early years of Gabriel's term as Overseer for the Realm of Eternity and now, 3   
   million years later, Raguel happily ensconced as Overseer of the Realm and   
   doing fine, Ambriel    
   had taken a few thousand years off his main duties to relax with Meludiel and   
   let life simply pass on by.   
       
   It was simple, the farm life.  Very simple.  He and Meludiel - the two of them   
   - milked cows each morning, collected eggs, and occasionally picked out some   
   tomatoes and onions from the garden to use in the big Omelettes Meludiel loved   
   to cook for them    
   both.  Ambriel, from long experience, when he needed to pee, often peed on the   
   tomatoes because they gave them a very tangy and lovely flavour when they were   
   ripe.  'Human and Angel Urea is very refined because of what we eat,' he   
   commented to Meludiel    
   once, and she acknowledged the delicious flavour which had come from his pee's   
   nutrients into the tomatoes.  It was natural living, and she was perfectly at   
   home with it.   
       
   Once, when they were out a back paddock late in the day, the two of them came   
   over a hill and were confronted with a stallion on the back of mare, humping   
   away.  As soon as it saw the both of them it suddenly stopped and they skitted   
   away a distance.  '   
   Oops,' said Meludiel.  Ambriel smiled and looked at her.  She was dressed in   
   white lace, and looked beautiful.  He put his hand on her shoulder and   
   smiled.  'Perhaps we could have some fun.'   
   'Here?' she said.  'You are kidding aren't you?'   
   He wasn't kidding and, when she was down on all fours in the dirt, naked,   
   shivering a little, her blessed grunting behind her as he thrust his manhood   
   into her glory, she thought to herself 'The Joys of Nature.'   
       
   There was another memorable time.  They had been to a local antique store and   
   purchased a rather large grandfather clock.  When Daniel came to visit he   
   looked at it suspiciously.  'I've seen that clock before,' he said.  Ambriel   
   smiled.   
       
   Later that week, Ambriel coming into the kitchen early one morning, thinking   
   he had heard some noise, he found the clock gone and there, Daniel, just   
   outside, lifting the clock carefully, seemingly dragging it to his van.   
       
   'What the hell are you doing?' Ambriel asked Daniel.   
   Daniel looked guilty, but said nothing.   
   'You are stealing our bloody clock,' said Ambriel.   
       
   'Oh.  Well.  Sorry.  I had to.'   
   'Why?'   
       
   'Well, I owned this clock a few thousand years ago.  I recognized some of the   
   markings on it.  There is something inside.  An old gem which I hid there   
   once.  It was part of a rare set of 7 gems I had stored away.'   
   'Why did you hide it?' queried Ambriel, curious.   
   'Well, I won the 7 gems in a bet with Satan, who said he would steal them back   
   eventually, and so I hid all 7.  For the life of me I can't remember were I   
   put the other 6, but as soon as I saw the clock I suddenly remembered that I   
   had hidden one in it.'   
   'Oh,' said Ambriel.   
       
   And so, getting out some tools, they pulled the clock mechanism apart and,   
   sure enough, they found a beautiful opal of dazzling brilliance.  Daniel said   
   'Well, it really is your clock.  You have it.'   
   Ambriel smiled and thanked him.   
       
   Later on that day, having been in the workshop that morning, he presented the   
   opal to Meludiel with a chain now attached to it.   
       
   'Were did you get it?' she asked.   
   'Don't ask,' he responded.   
       
       
   There was another time, when Michael came to visit, that they were up all   
   night with a version of 'Advanced Monopoly'.  The three of them - Michael,   
   Ambriel & Meludiel were all determined to win, but Ambriel had collected the   
   most properties and looked    
   the most likely.   
       
   Then it happened - he took a chance card, was fined taxation and, because he   
   had too many properties, 1 of them had to be redeemed to the bank.  Meludiel   
   landed on the property next turn and became the first player to complete a run   
   of all 5 colours of a    
   property.  She was lucky.  Slowly, inevitably, she managed to put houses, and   
   then hotels, and finally the bank on her property and, as time passed, and the   
   other two landed on her from time to time, she claimed the victory.  She was   
   very happy with that.   
       
       
   The farmhouse was quite big.  It had 3 levels and then an attic as well and   
   Meludiel sometimes stole away to the attic, sitting up there in the afternoon,   
   sitting near the window, reading one of Daniel's volumes of Angelic fiction   
   she liked, in a little    
   world of her own.  She would sit there, occasionally petting the cat on her   
   lap, looking out the window at the farm, listening to the noise of the animals.   
       
   She would sit there, sometimes well into the afternoon, sometimes into the   
   night, and Ambriel would rarely disturb her.  He usually knew were she was.   
       
   She read through Daniel's chronicles many times and, when he occasionally   
   added yet another volume to the voluminous saga she would, in time, finish off   
   the saga and start again.  Her reading list grew each time.   
       
   She would also, from time to time, bring up some ice tea and sit there, one of   
   her CDs playing in the background, thinking about life and God, and just being   
   happy simply being alive.  Simply being.   
       
       
       
   Out the back of the farmhouse was a windmill.  It was quite a large one, and   
   there was enough room for a verandah of sorts around the top layer of the   
   windmill.  Meludiel would go up there, and look out over the cornfield.  She   
   would often think of the    
   Superman movie, were Clark was in the field.  She would sit up there and feel   
   the spirit of the land, and her heart was moved each time.  She would gaze out   
   into the distance, imagining the fields going on forever, even though she had   
   a pretty good idea    
   were they ended.  It was spiritual - it was life - and she did it often,   
   escaping away, at peace with herself and God.   
       
       
   Ambriel's own private meditations in those years were often down in the   
   basement of the farmhouse, sitting in the small lounge down there, reading   
   some book or another.  It was a quiet place, a little cold, especially in   
   winter, but Meludiel said she    
   would not disturb him down there.   
       
   There was a pinball machine against the wall and, often, he would play it.    
   Going for his high score again and again, just to pass the time, just to enjoy   
   himself.   
       
      
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