Ambriel at the Farm

[Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly]

Chronicles of the
Children of Destiny

Ambriel at the Farm


By
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
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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.

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