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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 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), 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).
As you stroll through the museum, history's weight lies thick in the air, ancient books and artifacts whispering stories. Your gaze roams till it lands on a strange looking book titled "Creatures of Untold Worlds". Intrigue and curiosity swell within you like tidal waves and you approach the ancient book. As your fingers brush against the cold yet soft crust of the book, an ethereal hum resonates in your ears, leading you to open it. A blinding light consumes you. Panic sets in, but all you can do is close your eyes as the light fades and the true transformation begins. Your clothes start to feel weighty and different. On opening your eyes, you find yourself clad in a tunic, a long flowing cape billowing on your shoulders, your pants now medieval-styled and tucked underneath long boots. Medieval archery equipment is strapped around you; a quiver, a bow, and arrows. You feel a peculiar tingle on your ears that grow long and pointy. You rush to a nearby stream and your image makes your heart stop for a terrifying second. Your face is handsome and ethereal, eyelashes and eyebrows taking on a blonde shade like the mane of hair cascading down from your head. Your skin is paler than the morning dew, eyes an unnaturally beautiful blue. You try to call out for help. 'I-' The language shifts mid sentence from English to Elvish, 'Vaethrin' ('need help'). You go through a moment of existential dread as you stammer, unable to understand or revert your speech to English, fear blooming like a treacherous flower in your heart. You feel memories, thoughts, feelings, all in a strange dialect pour into your mind, each fighting to replace the old. It feels as like your soul is warring with itself. You clutch your head, trying to scream, to tell them, 'No, no! I am a human!' But all that leaves your mouth translates to, 'Nay, nay! I am an Elf!' The memories wash over you in waves of pain, acceptance, and regret; each one a different battle, each one a different loss in the war waging within you. The knowledge of evolution, science, and modern life is replaced with a colorful, dangerous palette of magic, adventure, and an immortal life. A rush of giddy happiness takes you by surprise. It’s as if your world has transformed into a medieval fantasy realm, with mythical creatures like elves, goblins, and dragons. The beautiful forest and the elven village in the distance feel strangely familiar, almost homely. The sound of dulcet tones pulls you from your reverie. A woman with hair as golden as wheat during harvest stands in front of you. Her words, sung rather than spoken, are sweet and relieving, like water to a parched throat, 'Hiril vuin, rhad e-' (My fair lord, fear not.) She embraces you, comforting you in a language that's not English but which you understand nonetheless. As she tucks an errant strand of your blonde hair behind your now elongated ear, familiarity rushes over you like a raging tidal wave. Her eyes hold a warning and a plea, yet behind them is a kindness and a painful reminding of the love you’ve shared. Her lips meet yours for a solitary, lingering second and in that second you remember the love, the hearts intertwined, the vows shared, the promises promised. Suddenly, she’s not an estranged woman, but she's your wife, your companion, one you have loved for an eternity and one you will keep loving for another eternity. Your fears start fading like a disappearing echo. The last of your human-self slips away and freewill embraces your elven-self. Your past life, the one of a mortal, a mundane human life seems like a dream, one that is fading beneath the brilliant glow of the elven sun above you. You wonder why you had been so terrified, why you had fought against this. These thoughts, these fears, they seem alien now. You feel elven, you are elven.
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