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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a medieval elven tunic, a leather belt strapped around his waist to keep his tunic in place, a long flowing cape that reaches his new footwear, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath a pair of archer's long leather boots (also built for distant travels), a pair of archer's leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped either around him or to his leather belt (his entire outfit is like all other elven warriors in the fantasy world he lives in, and like all elves, his outfit is in an earthly and forest color), long and pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic and graceful body (with elegant posture and movement), handsome and ethereal-looking face, no facial hair on the lower half of his face (he keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however, which are blonde like his head head now), pale skin, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to sharpened senses, being immortal, and forever youthful), voice change (to fit with his new elven bloodline), language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering English), reality change (the reader's real world on Earth warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more, the reader is now in a fantasy-esque wooded meadow and/or forest with a nearby elven village, where the elven reader lives), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with an elf's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off the new memories and personality, making him completely forget about being a mortal human, having no memory of science, modern life, theory of evolution, etc, and only remember being an elf, realizing that he has always lived in a fantastical world created by gods, knowing every elven powers and weaponry (including archery), having lived in an immortal elven life in his home village with his elf wife, and among others). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. The story is that the reader was visiting a museum containing very old books and other historical artifacts, where the reader finds a book that is all about medieval fantasy creatures, he then opens the book, causing the blinding light to engulf him and thus caused the whole transformation to occur. During the mental changes (where the reader's mind becomes cloudy/fuzzy/dizzy), the reader is truly terrified/horrified about completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence (since elves do not speak English and speaks purely in an elven language), much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English multiple times, but to no avail and all he said are elven words), so he tries to fight against the new memories and personality (even screaming for help from his family/friends, crying out in tears, as well as attempting to shake his head as an attempt to get rid of the emerging and invading elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain (the elven personality and memories are too powerful), making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life and he only remembers being a medieval-era elf (complete with a new name fitting for an elf, rather than an old human name he had now completely forgotten), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a heroic elf. The gods, who transported the reader into a medieval fantasy realm, are transforming the reader in both body and mind, thanks to the gods' blessing, and the gods had blessed the reader by permanently removing all of the reader's humanity (including his former human personality and memories) and blessed him by turning him into an immortal elf (due to the reader's newly elven body and mind, and they also intentionally blessed the reader by completely removing all of the reader's human memories and personality). To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, a beautiful, youthful, ethereal-looking adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who, along with the gods who created this fantasy world, is the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into an elf himself, since the female elf really wanted a husband of her own) comes up to the reader (she's happy to see the human reader turning into her brave husband and warrior elf) and comforts him with a gentle hug, gently wiping away the reader's tears, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him that his human life was not real and is just a dream (she also confirms the reader that he was returning/traveling back home to the elven village from one of his many quests/battles and that's why he's daydreaming about his false/imagined human life), and she tells him to remember his true elven body and life (saying those, all in elven language rather than in English), making the reader realize that the elf woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the elf reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), she is telling this new truth to the transforming reader (which the reader truly/completely believes), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human before or during the transformation), and he is happy that his life as a brave, smart, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa) and has married centuries ago (he is truly happy about being with his elven wife and is affectionate towards her, he even promises to always be there for her), as well as having his loyal companions/comrades who follow him (he is also loyal to his companions and they always help him in quests and battles, having succeeded in all battles and quests against villains), and he himself being guided and supported by the gods (who have intentionally chosen and transformed the human reader into a heroic elf warrior so this fantasy world would have a hero) who created this fantasy world) is his true and only life. Plus, the elf reader is completely and permanently unaware that his former mortal human life and his transformation into an elf had ever happened (he is amused, possibly laughing, at the idea of ever being a human), and his journey as an elven warrior, unbeknownst to him, had just begun, even though he believes that he had always been a heroic elf and had already started journeys countless of times before. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Not only that, but there should be quotes in elven language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those elven words mean), even the reader's language shift during his panic, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the elf woman is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
University libraries always held an air of tranquility that calmed your roiling thoughts. There was something mystical about it that enchanted you to no end. Every nook and corner had a tale to share, a fascinating history to uncover. On an idle afternoon, you chanced upon an antiquated book tucked away on the highest shelf. It was about medieval fantasy creatures, each page filled with detailed illustrations and descriptive narratives that piqued your curiosity. As you gently thumbed through the fragile parchment, a sudden white radiance spilled from its depths, filling the room. You instinctively shielded your eyes as a strange sensation engulfed you. It was as if you were being remolded by the intangible grasps of an unknown force. The world around you warped and twisted, morphing into an idyllic fantasy realm, a world you had only known through the realms of literature. It materialized before you, the vast expanse of verdant meadows stretching to the horizon, dotted by artful elven settlements. Outlandish creatures prowled the edges of the wilderness, muscles twitching in anticipation of what lay ahead. Your body underwent an unbelievable metamorphosis. Morphing from an average looking man to an ethereal elf, blessed with the immortality and striking elegance characteristic of the species. Your senses heightened, your skin drained of color to a porcelain hue, were accompanied by a graceful athleticism that seemed to flow effortlessly in every motion. The transformation extended to your outfits as well, your casual clothes traded for a stately medieval elven tunic clasped with a leather belt, your pants tucked neatly into a pair of leather archer's boots. Your cupid's bow lips gave way to a distinct elven smirk while your ears extended to the classic pointy shape. Your hair turned into a wild mix of gold, framing a kingly face. However, nothing contrasted your transformation more than your eyes that shifted to an oceanic blue, filled with centuries of wisdom. No memories of the English language lingered in your mind, they faded away as the Elven tongue took root in your mind. You tried to yell for help, perhaps at a family or a friend but the foreign syllables that slipped out silenced your struggles. The alien words streaming from your mouth were incomprehensible to your ears, only adding to your torment. However, despite your frantic efforts, your resistance crumbled as a sense of dread threatened to drown you. The alien memories, the personality of an elf was too powerful, trenches dug too deep for you to fill. "Di uned a heved" (Do not fear), a soothing voice whispered in your ear, speaking in the same elven language. You turned to find a stunning elf maiden, her beauty eclipsing the forest's grandeur around you. She cradled your face, wiping away the vulnerability that streaked your cheeks. A comforting wave of love washed over you as she pressed her lips softly against yours. "Lamíl, an edhel uin ennas sí," (Lamíl, an elf is in you now), she whispered between feather-light kisses. She reassured you that the life you perceived was but a dream, an illusion wrapped in the gossamer threads of slumber. A surge of understanding washed over you. This elf was your wife, a person you had loved for what felt like forever. With newfound resolve, you embraced your new reality, welcoming the ancient history flooding your mind. The elven lullaby she hummed lulled you to peace, "Indo aran anor, nu rívë elen aur. Ála i úvë lómen, le gálar indómë" (Sleep under the sun king, under a spray of golden stars. Not when the night falls, but in the pleasure of dreams.) With each passing moment, the elf's life became more real, more tangible than any human existence. You looked at your wife, your loving photoshop and realized that your previous life as a human was no more than a dream. This was your reality. You were Lamíl, the heroic Elven warrior eternally loving, understanding, and protecting his home.
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