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   And at other times he would sit there, reading through a text, thinking over   
   what it was saying, and staring at the Aquarium, at the goldfish, working out   
   life.  Working through ideas.  Working through what it was all about.   
       
   He painted war game figures down there, at one end of the basement.  In the   
   local community there was a strong war-gaming presence, and they played,   
   usually, Warhammer Fantasy Battle.  Ambriel delighted in painting the   
   figurines and putting in a    
   wholehearted effort to ensure they were of a high quality.   
       
   One campaign he was on was divided into a 300 year scenario of various   
   conquests and quests - he did his best, but his main rival was simply stunning   
   at the game in those days.  He was clued up to all Ambriel's moves and always   
   seemed to be just that    
   step ahead.  But he finished the campaign well, and his rankings in Realm wide   
   statistics benefited because of it.   
       
       
       
   He thought on eternity a lot in those days.  How things just went on, and   
   never really ended.  That they were children of eternal life, and simply   
   really just had to 'BE' to enjoy it all.  Oh, there was always this and that   
   to fuss about, but life could    
   be as complex as you wanted to make it, or as simple as you wanted to make   
   it.  It all depended on you.   
       
       
   He wrote a novel, late in the reign of Raguel, called 'Joy'.  It was   
   semi-autobiographical, about a farming couple retired from the big smoke.  In   
   truth he melded a lot of his own adventures with Meludiel into a contrived   
   plot, but he was happy with the    
   outcome.  The book charted at number one of the realm bestseller list, mainly   
   because of his fame, but the critics also remarked that it was extremely well   
   written and had genuine warmth.   
       
       
       
   There were a lot of adventures in those days on the farm and, although they   
   never sold the place, they eventually returned to the mainstream world and got   
   caught up with the affairs of Phanuel's overseersmanship.  They were good   
   times and, so Ambriel    
   promised Meludiel, they would inevitably return there one day, but for now   
   they had ended, and life moved on.  It moved on, again, into the complex   
   riddle of eternal life and destiny charted yet another adventure for the likes   
   of Ambriel, Seraphim Angel    
   of Eternity.   
       
   The End   
      
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