An Amalgamation of Fic

Success

Success - (1)the accomplishment of an aim or purpose(2)the attainment of popularity or profit(3)the outcome of an undertaking, specified as achieving or failing to achieve its aims

 Guinevere has wanted, since she was but an idea in her mother's mind, to understand the true meaning of success. What could it mean? People have said, she knew, that success meant they were rich; they had love; happiness; a plethora of meaningless, trivial, petty, one-note possessions.

Guinevere has a better idea. After all, if that was the true meaning of success, many less people in the world would be able to say they were successful.

Success meant to be in control.

The world at her fingertips, anything she wanted to be at her beck and call.

There would never be a question of how much, of where, or of when. Or of why. No. None of it could ever matter if she was in control. If the world spun at her behest and not a moment sooner, Guinevere knew she would be content.

People could go on, with their billions of dollars, or their command of armies great and strong, or their loved ones too many to keep track of—they would always worry that it could all be snatched away without a thought; those people, comfortable in their thrones of riches and finery, may not believe that, but they knew.

They knew that the world was a cruel place, and if it all left, they'd have nothing. Absolutely nothing at all; that was what made them weak.

Guinevere on the other hand, would never stop until she had reached the pinnacle of success, where she could be comfortable in all that she had, and know that it would never leave unless she wished so.

That's impossible.

It'll never happen.

You're a fool for thinking so.

Those people, those voices, Guinevere paid their words no attention-she would prove them wrong through actions, not meaningless words. Those disbelievers would never live to see her glory, too wrapped up in their own depressions to see the bigger picture. The world would be hers if she could achieve success. And she knew she could.

She had the drive, the determination, the decisiveness to work and succeed in whatever field she chose to grace with her presence. Peasants would bow at her feet, and she would be safe, secure on her throne of glass truths; honesty was key, for if she told no lies, no one could topple her empire over past mistakes.

She was agile in her thinking, able and ambitious. No matter what the world threw at her, she would be ready to take it on and dominate. Life was her oyster, and if it didn't deliver, well the rules of success called for a new shell.

She was respectful, rational in her thinking, and resilient throughout the toughest of times. Guinevere knew that everything happened for a reason, like her birth was to deliver the one that would eclipse everyone and everything. It meant she had a duty to serve, one she would gladly accept. With that came a responsibility to her people, but she was ready to serve them as they, in turn, could serve her.

She was eager, educated, and empowered beyond comprehension. Her life had purpose, one that she knew was far greater than the greatest people of centuries past. They may have lead empires, conquered thousands, saved millions; none of that could compare to what she would be able to do.

Guinevere would orchestrate the rise of an empire, and no one, or anything for that matter, would be able to stop her; she would be the ultimate machine, with a secret weapon none could ever hope to match.

She would be in control. The reigns of the world in her iron fists. That was the meaning of success.