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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an 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, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago, as well as having his 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).
The buzzing hum of the museum was hushed around you as your curious eyes landed on an ancient book tucked away in the corner. The title, 'Medieval Fantasy Creatures,' piqued your interest. Intrigued, you lifted the dusty cover, sending off a blinding light that enveloped you. Your sight cleared to reveal that you were standing in an ethereal woodland, clad in a tunic of deep green and elegantly embroidered cape. Medieval-styled pants cuffed over long boots, the soft velvet of leather gloves felt natural to your touch. The weight of a quiver, its smooth bow and arrows strapped to your back, was reassuring, the familiarity of the gear eerie. Touching your face, you felt no stubble or follicles on your lower half. However, your eyebrows and lashes were still there, blonde like the long, flowing mane falling over your shoulders. Confused, you twisted a lock around your finger, the shade identical to luminous strands of gold. Reaching further up, your fingertips met the pointed tips of your ears. Your body felt thin, lean yet hardy - it was an athletic, elven anatomy. As you glanced down into the rippling brook beside you, the face gazing back was ethereally handsome, with crystal clear blue eyes against the stark contrast of pale skin. A warm surge thrummed under your skin, new innate powers awakening. You knew instinctively - your mortal days were over. Lingering thoughts of the human world and your old life evaporated. Your language shifted, from the vernacular of the English language to fluid, melodic elven dialect. "Mae govannen, caru nin," a soft voice greeted, jolting you from your stupor. Startled, you turned towards the sound and came face-to-face with a beautiful elven woman. Still no words formed from the sudden and drastic changes, fear coursing your veins. Terror overwhelmed you as your human memories started fading, replaced by elven ones, no matter how desperately you clung to them. "Fear not, laes," she uttered, her tone soothing, a guiding light in your confusion. Every word she spoke, every comforting gesture she made, made your heart ache with unfamiliar yet deeply nostalgic affection as your human mind fought a losing battle against the elven one. You screamed in your fading native tongue, tears tracing down your cheeks, lost in the chimera of memories and emotions. Soon, your pleas morphed into the melodic elven language, which you now flawlessly pronounced. "Daro, laes. Yrchon amin," she whispered, her ethereal voice weaving through the air as she uttered the gentle lullaby. A calming aura washed over you, a beacon in the chaos. Her touch, as she soothingly stroked your blonde hair back, was familiarly comforting. As her soft lips met yours, you felt an overwhelming wave of love and remembered love for this woman, your wife. Her words continued to soothe you, telling you of your past life, your warrior essence, your love for her. "Cuamin linduva yassen megrille,” she told you, her bright eyes locking with yours. I have been in love with you from our first meeting, she meant. The truth of her words sent earth-shattering peace through you. You accept your new reality, the immense love you held for her holding you tightly to it. You remember your human life merely as a dream, a vague illusion, and the fantasy medieval world becomes your reality, a reality you relish with all your heart. Letting the final remnants of your old life dissolve, you press a tender kiss on your wife's forehead, an elven warrior ready to live his immortal life. “Ten' enomentielva,” you whispered back in response. Until we meet again, are your parting words as you begin your new existence, with no traces of your past life left behind.
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