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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male mortal 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 long boots, 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 clothes are like all other elven warriors in the fantasy world he lives in), 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 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 (the light that engulfs the reader are caused by the gods of the fantasy world, as well as the elven woman who is the wife of the elven reader). 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. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an 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 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. 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).
Stepping into the hushed museum, the weight of history greeted you at the door. You walked past ancient artifacts and at last, happened upon a quaint section dedicated to medieval fantasies – full of mystical creatures, magical artefacts, and intriguing lore. You were drawn to a particularly old book titled, "Légendes Elfiques" or "Elvish Legends". Its whispered tales of enchantments, heroism and romance were too enticing to resist. As you opened this mesmerizing manuscript, an inexplicable, blinding light suddenly bloomed from its depths, engulfing you entirely. A tingling sensation enveloped you, not unpleasant, but it sent shivers down your spine, echoing right to your core. Your body started to transform. Feeling your skin smoothen, your fingers lengthening, and hair already brushing your shoulders. You looked down at yourself and saw the familiar shape of a medieval tunic, a thick leather belt around your waist. Your once average body was now lean and athletic. A quick look at the reflective glass of a nearby display case confirmed a handsome, ethereal-looking elf. A pair of elven leather gloves fit snugly on your hands and archery equipment was now securely attached to your belt. The reflection startled you. You were not a human anymore, but an elf from a fantasy world. The transformative light dwindled, withdrawing to take its perch within the book once more. You tried to process the change, at the same time trying to make sense of the linguistic shift occurring within you. "I don't... I don't understand," your words came out in English initially, only to swiftly morph into an unfamiliar yet fluid language, full of spiralling vowels and lilting consonants, even as you spoke it. Panic gripped you as the world seemed to waver. The museum was no longer a museum. Instead, a vast, dense forest unfolded right before your eyes. But in this state, you were even losing the memory of a different environment once existing. You remember it as a wooded meadow, your home. "Naneth," you cried out loud, realizing even as the words spilled that this was not English, not at all. A dreadful sense of loss filled you, tearing through your transformed being. Was everything you knew disappearing? Your memories, feelings, everything seemed to be slipping like sand through your fingers. Swift footsteps approached, crisp against the rustling of the forest leaves. You turned to see an Elvish woman, her face split in a wide, relieved smile. "Laer, cenich?" - "My love, do you see?" she asked in the beautiful alien language that you now understood perfectly. You reached out to her in desperation, your hands seeking solace in her warmth, your eyes searching for understanding in hers. "Ní tellin?". "I forget?" you asked her, voice trembling. She understood your turmoil and, cradling your face, she reassured you, "Ná nin, lû cenil, nalyë sennas minola" - "It is okay, all you see, you’ve always known deep within". With your eyes locked with hers, memories surged - a life as an elf, a marriage, a home, comrades, battles, victories. She was right. This was not alien or new but home. You remembered. You were an elf. The human life felt like a dream, a figment of your imagination. The truth was the fantasy, the Elvish warrior. Your name wasn't human anymore; it was an elvish moniker, spoken in love and endearment by your wife. And as the last vestiges of your human life disappeared, you understood. You had always been this Elvish warrior, you had always been hers. The laughter bubbled up in you as you framed her face in your palms, leaning down to rest your forehead against hers. This was home. This was you.
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