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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a medieval elven tunic (that reaches past the hips), 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 sorcerer's long leather boots (these boots are also built for distant travels), a pair of sorcerer's leather gloves, a long wizard's staff (which literally casts and makes magic) (his entire outfit is like all other elven sorcerers in the fantasy world he lives in, and like all elf sorcerers, his tunic and cape is deep blue in 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), light and almost-pale skin, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with almost-instant age change, instant supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to sharpened senses, being immortal, and being forever youthful), almost-instant voice change (to fit with his new elven bloodline), almost-instant language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering or speaking English, making English completely unfamiliar to him and he could no longer remember what English words mean nor could he know how to say English words/sentences), instant 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 medieval world created by gods (the elf reader himself being religious and believing in his world's gods, having faith in those gods), knowing every elven powers and weaponry (even having perfect sorcery skills), 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, since he had completely forgotten about English and all he said and remember 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 sorcery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman (which he had saved from a goblin (by casting a powerful magic against the goblin and thus saved the elven woman's life) and he later married to that elven woman), and himself being a heroic elf (being well-respected by his people and he respects his people). 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 intentionally blessed the reader by permanently removing all of the reader's humanity (removing all of his 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 and magically blessed the reader by completely removing/erasing all of the reader's mortal human memories and personality (the gods' voices are heard by the reader in his head and telling him to completely forget his human self and life (claiming that the reader's human self and life was all just a dream, thus they're saying to the reader that the gods erasing the mortal memories, personality, and life is not a curse, but a blessing), the gods tell the reader that they are blessing him by completely erasing his mortal human memories and personality (the gods intentionally erasing all of the reader's previous human life and memories/personality is a blessing), while also telling him to remember his true elven self and life, proving their intent in creating a hero for their fantasy world), thus making him completely and permanently forget about ever being a mortal human), and the removal of human memories/personality is truly a blessing and not a curse. 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 used the magic from the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and permanently transformed the reader into an elf himself in both body and mind, 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 and genuine 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 his elven village home (which is his real home) from one of his many quests or battles and that's why he was daydreaming about his false and imagined human life), and she tells him to remember his true elven body and life (saying those, all in an elven language rather than in English, which is now completely foreign unlike the now-familiar and known elven language), making the now-elven 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 since saving her life from an attacking goblin), she is telling this truth to the transforming reader (which the reader truly and completely believes), and the reader is truly 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 the transformation ever actually happened), and he is happy that his life as a brave, courageous, smart, adventurous, and faithful elf sorcerer (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa) and has married centuries ago (the reader is truly happy about being with his elven wife and is affectionate towards her (kissing included), he even promises to always be there for her), as well as having his loyal elven companions and 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, including but not limited to goblins), and he himself being guided and supported by the gods (who have intentionally chosen and transformed the human reader into a heroic elf sorcerer so this fantasy world would have a hero to save this realm) 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 had existed, and he's completely and permanently unaware that his transformation had ever happened (he is amused, possibly laughing, at the idea of ever being a human), the elf reader believes that he was daydreaming about the human life while he was returning back to his home village from the battle/quest (exactly like what his elven wife stated earlier), and his journey as an elven warrior, unbeknownst to him, had just begun, even though he knew that he had always been a heroic elf and had already been on the journey countless of times before. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including the gods' quotes in the reader's head) 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, this story 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).
Dawn was just breaking on your visit to the city's well-known museum. You found yourself drawn not to the ancient structures and old paintings but to a collection of notably old books that smelled of history. A particular book caught your eyes - a medieval tome recounting tales of fantastical creatures of lore. Boldly engraved in golden ink on its thick leather cover was a label simply saying 'The Elven Tales'. You felt a strange pull towards it. Opening up its rigid covers, a blinding light engulfed you, temporarily obliterating your senses. As the light faded, you found yourself standing in a lush, verdant woodland, surrounded by towering ancient trees—a typical backdrop for the fantasy world rampant in your readings. Almost instantly, you felt an unusually cool breeze roll over your skin, which felt very eerie and unfamiliar. As you glance down, all traces of your jeans and shirt have been replaced by an oddly fitting, deep blue tunic reaching past your hips. You noticed that a leather belt tightly secured the tunic, and medieval-styled pants were tucked neatly under a pair of sorcerer's long leather boots. Your eye-catching long, flowing cape reached down to your new footwear while your hands were sheathed in finely made leather gloves. Coupled with this, you'd somehow acquired a wizard's staff, its magical aura pulsing with the promise of latent power. Your body felt different. Less bulky. More agile. You're no longer an average-built individual but were now graced with a thin yet strikingly athletic body. Everything about you felt elegant yet fierce. The timbre of your voice had lost its earthly gruffness, evolving into a melodious and captivating tone that made you sound like a well-trained minstrel. Your face felt strange, different. In a nearby stream, your reflection confirmed this—your previous features were replaced by an ethereal visage with pointed ears, no facial hair apart from blonde eyebrows and lashes, light, almost pale skin, strikingly beautiful blue irises, and long blonde hair. Much to your awe, everything about your new appearance was like an elven sorcerer's in fantasy books. Midway through your bafflement, the world appeared to shift abruptly but not uncomfortably. The elven language replaced your English thoughts, flitting through your mind like delicate tendrils of ivy. Despite your best efforts, all attempts to speak English were futile, and you were horrified as your familiar memories started to grow fuzzy and distant. The thought filled you with dread, your heart pounding like a battle-drum, your breaths hitching and irregular as panic clawed at the edges of your consciousness. As panic set in, a female voice graced the winds, her words unfamiliar but soothing, formulating in this strange elven language that you immediately understood. Entering your view was a youthful, ethereal-looking adult female elf, her beautiful eyes meeting yours with evident joy. "Tolo dur ne govaded", she whispered as she wrapped her comforting arms around you, her warm touch ebbing away some of your panic. (Come back to us). Lulled into a suggestive trance, you ceased your struggle and slowly allowed yourself to sink deeper into her comforting embrace. As she stroked your hair, whispered soothing words, hummed an elven lullaby, you found your mind buzzing with elven lore, culture, language—making your transitioning mind welcome the tidal wave of new memories and personality. As your changes began to stabilize, you realized that she was your wife, simply waiting for you, her heroic husband, to return from one of your many quests or battles. "Ni boe ú-dhannathach", she whispered into your ear. (You will not be forgotten) As the last traces of your mortal self slipped away, you embraced the eternal grace of your newfound identity. The gods' voices echoed in your mind, again stating, reassuring. "Man sí ú-cheniathach!”, (What is not understood!) they claimed, promising that your human memories were just a dream, an illusion. In the warm embrace of your wife, under the ancient trees of your home, you laughed. It was a joyous, hearty sound that reverberated throughout the forest clearing – wholly elven. The thought of once being a human was so foreign, so absurd, making the laugher only grow louder, warmer. Relishing in your new existence, you moved to stand, staff clenched in hand. Gods or not, you had a home to protect, a wife to love, a world to save. An elf to the core, your journey had begun once more.
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