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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a long flowing 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, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English, 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/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 (she's the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader 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, 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 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 being guided and supported by the gods who created this fantasy world) 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, 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).
You find yourself standing in an old museum, surrounded by dusty artifacts and historical relics. You spot an antique book propped open on a wooden pedestal. Titled "The Lore of the Medieval Fantasy Creatures", an inexplicably magnetic aura emanates from it, drawing you closer. As your hands hover tentatively above the timeworn pages, an unnaturally intense light emanates from the book, tousling your hair with a scorching breeze. An inexplicable force pulls you into the brilliance of the light. Your eyes blink closed, and you are engulfed within it, fear coursing through your veins. Suddenly, you feel a startling sensation, your body morphs uncontrollably. You feel a shift in your physique, your body shrinks and grows leaner, more athletic. Flexing your gloved hands, you can feel a newfound nimbleness and agility in your fingers. You feel a tightened sensation around your ears, they’ve elongated, tapering into sharp points. Your clothing has changed as well, you now wear a tunic, your pants are more medieval styled, neatly tucked underneath long boots. In your peripheral vision, you spot an archery quiver strapped securely to your back, its comforting weight makes you instinctively reach back and touch the fletching of the arrows and the smooth surface of the bow, a familiar gesture suggests years of archery experience. Your skin has grown paler and your once deep-set reflection is now ethereal. The mirror refracts your sculpted elven visage with no trace of the former human you once were. The transformation is profound and irreversible. Yet shockingly, what horrifies you the most is not your changing form, but the force invading your mind. As English phrases transition into unintelligible elven language mid-sentence, you try to scream for help in human tongue, but all that escapes your mouth are foreign melodies. “Allesor, min'i eleni.” a voice calls, forcing your head up, revealing the sweetest face. Her pointed ears peek through her glossy ringlets, the smile that graces her lips is affectionate yet heartbreaking as if she's meeting someone dear after a long time. Suddenly you realize that the blinding light, the dramatic transformation, none of this frightens you anymore. In those sapphire eyes, you see reflection...the elven warrior, Allesor. The memories of human life fade into knowing elven lore, goblin wars, and archery lessons. Your human identity dwindles and fades as an ancient elven memory takes their place. Your heart throbs as if remembering a long-lost love. Her voice rings out again. "Lye naa-ena qualin." (Your story is true.) Her words try to comfort, but you, terrified at your slipping human identity, refuse to acknowledge it. She gently grasps your hand, "Remember Allesor, remember our lives." The words strike a strange chord within your heart. It’s as if you've always known her, loved her, spent hundreds of years with her. Your eyes widen at the realisation. She is your wife. You are Allesor, the Elf. The tranquil moonlight filters through the leaves, illuminating her face, her large, bright eyes full of adoration, and at that moment, everything feels right. The terror ebbs away, replaced by sereneness and an overwhelming realization, everything you thought you knew, everything you feared was merely an illusion. This enchanted world, your ethereal form, your elven wife—they have always been your true reality. Science, modern life, human existence were the dream, a figment of a mortal's imagination. The transforming mind convinces you, makes you believe in your elven life. She sings a soft elven lullaby, "Elen sila lumenn omentielvo." (A star shines on the hour of our meeting.) As she cradles you in her arms, the last traces of care evaporate. For the first time since the transformation began, you are at peace. The lullaby lulls you into your new reality, your true reality. You are Allesor, the immortal elf, forever youthful, forever in love with your elven wife. Allada amin (Goodbye to me). Forgotten human life, welcome my true Elven existence. And so, the human reader ends, the elven warrior begins. Life, as you now know, has only truly begun. This enchanted land, the ethereal existence, is more real than anything else you've ever known. You are Allesor, an Elf. And that is your eternity.
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