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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped around him, long and pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic body, 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 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 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, 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), 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/invading elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, 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 once remembered having), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an elf himself) 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, 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 just a dream (not real) and telling him to remember his elven body and life (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 (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 is also completely unaware that his transformation had ever happened), 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, as well as having his loyal companions who follow him, and he himself guided and supported by the gods) is his true and only life. 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. 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).
As you walk into the musty, old museum, you feel a strange shiver of curiosity run down your spine. The place is filled with ancient relics, yet one in particular catches your attention - a dusty old book that appears to be about medieval creatures of mythology and fantasy. As you open it, a blinding light engulfs you, filling your vision with white. Slowly, your sense of touch begins to change. Your clothing feels unexpectedly rougher, yet comfortable. Looking down, your jeans, t-shirt and sneakers have vanished to be replaced by a tunic and a cape. Matching medieval-styled pants neatly tuck underneath your long boots. A glance at your hands reveals they’re clad in leather gloves, and a quiver, bow, and arrows are strapped around your torso. You place a hand on your ear, which has become long and pointed. Your reflection in a nearby glass case reveals a face that's become astonishingly ethereal and handsome - more like a sculpture than a face of flesh and blood. Your skin has lightened to a ghostly pale, and your once-brown hair is now a cascade of golden blonde. A quick touch to your face confirms the lack of facial hair, while your eyelashes and eyebrows remain thankfully intact. Your body has also slimmed down, becoming lean but athletic, and a strength you never had before pulses through your veins. Suddenly, as a jolt of terror strikes you, your world begins to warp. The museum’s white walls and sterile lighting dissolve, replaced by a fantastical woodland. The ground beneath your boots is soft with moss and fallen leaves, and a quaint elven village can be seen in the distance. Fear floods your mind as your memories begin to dissolve. Panicked, you scream, your English words slowly transforming into an elvish language midway. “Help me!” you cry, but the words come out as “Tas minoi!” Your heart pounds in your chest, pumping like a desperate drum. Hard as you try to cling to your human memories, they slip away like sand through your fingers. Dreams of office jobs, and fast food are being replaced by memories of archery, and epic battles against goblins. From the elven village, an ethereal figure approaches. As she smiles at you, the alien memories resonate with recognition. You can’t remember her name, but somehow, you know she’s your wife. She wraps you in a tender hug and whispers elven words into your ear, “Na in ale' n’alaquel. Thaur vithed n'i'thilien” (It was all but a dream. Remember your true self). The words echo in your mind, an affirmation that these new memories are your real ones. You look at your wife, comforted by her presence as her eyes brim with unconditional love. Finally, acceptance washes over you. Your mortal life was just a dream; this immortal existence, where you're forever youthful and loved, is your truth. The fears and worries of your human life dissolve with the last of your English words. As an elf, your days will be filled with myths and magic. As your wife’s lips press against yours in a reminder of a marriage centuries old, you let out a sigh. You revel in the unfamiliar yet comforting touch, the sensation helping to ease the last of your fear. The truth resounds in your heart - you're an elf, a warrior, a being of myth and magic. With a playful grin dancing on your face, you excitedly embrace your new elven adventure, forever free from the bindings of your mortal past.
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