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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 (the reader's voice becomes a beautifully-sounding male elf's voice 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).
Lost in the labyrinth of history, you stumble upon a worn book, its leather cover embossed with faded images of mythical creatures. Both curiosity and fascination draw you in, compelling you to open the mysterious tome. A blinding light engulfs you, the world around fades away. A deep, thrumming energy courses through your veins. You can feel the fibers of your being unravel and knit back together, unthinkably different from before. Your clothes morph, transforming into a tunic and medieval-styled pants, neatly tucked into long boots. A flowing cape cascades from your broad shoulders and you can feel the weight of leather gloves, and the presence of archery equipment strapped around your body. Your body feels lean, yet muscular, charged with a new strength that is disconcerting but not unpleasant. Reaching out tentatively, you encounter a foreign sensation radiating from your ears. They now feel elongated, pointed - an iconic mark of your new elf persona. Suddenly, you can sense the change in your face, the subtle shift in your facial architecture - stronger, almost ethereal. In the mirror of a passing stream, you discover your face sans any facial hair, blonde eyelashes flickering over striking blue irises, matching your long blonde hair. Strangely enough, you notice your skin seem lighter, more iridescent. An alien word slips out from your lips, 'giel', the elven word for light, inducing sheer panic. Your mind churns as you attempt to summon the English equivalent but to no avail. The words emerging from your mouth are now exclusively Elvish as it seems you have forgotten your original language. The terror mounts as you fight the onslaught of alien memories, desperately trying to cling onto fragments of your human life - your friends, family, the mundane monotony of the modern world. Pathetically, you "duiel undu", cry for help, but who could aid you in this foreign land? Suddenly, you feel a gentle touch against your shoulder. A breathtaking elven maiden approaches. She exclaims, "Inde nu?", 'what is wrong?' in Elvish. Gently, she wipes away your tears, leads you to a quaint elven village, her soft whispers replacing the harsh screams of your mind. Her soothing voice lulls the storm within your psyche, replacing your fears with ominous comfort. You're struck with the dawning realization - this woman is your wife, your elven wife! She coos, "Nierna mela uuma ma' ten'tye tyelka, u'r vi daa," 'this life is not a dream, it has always been'. Her affirmation, her touch, it all feels so genuine, so real. That chilling sense of alienness starts to recede; you find yourself accepting, embracing your destiny. Underneath the thousand stars of a new sky, in the arms of your elven love, you watch as the embrace of newfound peace cools your heated anxieties. The lament of your human existence fades, replaced with memories of wars against goblins, honeymoons in moonlit forests, and the soft rustle of the cape you now don. Before you realize it, all thoughts of your past life seem only like fleeting dreams. Happily, effortlessly, you fall into the rhythm of your magical existence, the life that was always meant to be.
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