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Question: Write the 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), 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, 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).
In your casual clothes, you walked around the museum, a haven filled with ancient artifacts and precious remnants of past cultures. Your keen interest guided you towards an antique book, ornately designed and dust-covered. It was labeled 'Fauna of the Mythical Realm.' Intrigued, your fingers grazed the aged pages when, to your surprise, an effulgence of light consumed the place, leaving you blinded momentarily. As your sight returned, an unexpected spectacle met your eyes. You were in the middle of a vast, tranquil meadow but the colors seemed incredibly vibrant. As you looked down at yourself, a gasp budged out of your lips. Your familiar jeans and shirt were replaced by a traditional elfin tunic paired with medieval-styled boots. A cloak brushed against your ankles provocatively, and a swish of blonde hair not previously there caressed your neck lightly. Your fingers, longer before, were now delicate yet sinewy, encased in supple leather gloves. Around you, there was an assortment of archery equipment, an elven quiver, bow, and arrows that made you stiffen in surprise. Your shock escalated into horror as a sudden rush of alien thoughts invaded your mind. Memories of a life you never lived, images of combats with mythical creatures, joyous celebrations in grand halls, surrounded by your kin - elves. The onslaught was constant and brutal, numbing your senses as your mind attempted to repel the intrusion. "Hold on, hold on!" You pleaded, trying to stop the images cascading into your thoughts. But not a single English word left your lips. Instead, what came out stunned you, "Caution an! Caution an! (Hold on! Hold on!)," you heard yourself speak in a language you never understood before, a beautifully fluid yet alien tongue. Your eyes welled up as you clutched your head, trying to make sense of the inexplicable mental transformation. Suddenly, a soothing voice pulled you from your turmoil, "Sí mi naethenoer (Yes my love)." You turned to find a beautiful elf woman, radiating unspeakable beauty and serenity standing next to you. She addressed you tenderly, her tone laced with warmth and familiarity. Wrapping her arms around you, she wiped your tear-streaked face. "N'inlun tel'coa. Mi sí mi naethenoer (It's alright. You're home. Yes my love).” Her words felt oddly comforting, her presence familiar. This was the woman you'd brought home numerous trophies for. Her face was the one you'd returned to from countless goblin wars. You felt something bloom inside you, a glimmer of familiarity rekindled a whole waterfall of memories and emotions. It felt right, it felt perfect. And suddenly, she was more to you than the mere stranger your human memory once held. She was your wife, your companion. She gently held your hand and you felt your anxiety ebb away. You reciprocated her affectionate kiss warmly, processing everything around you. It was inherently familiar, it felt perfect. Perfect enough to be real. As she broke the kiss and guided you towards a nearby elven village - your village, she started singing softly, a tune that you recognized, a lullaby. "Galad in-ennas, tinnu in-ellanor. Lofa i'lunar, gé bestel amar, (Light in the middle, glimmer on the horizon. Embrace the moon, welcome the world)." Upon hearing the lullaby, everything in you indeed welcomed this world. You felt comforted and in peace. You offered no more resistance, allowing your consciousness to fuse completely with the elven mind. All memories of your human life evaporated like fog under the morning sun. You could no longer recall your past life, the existence of science, modern life or theories of evolution held no significance to you. You were an Elven warrior, an immortal hero, and you belonged here, in this land of magic. From the gods who created this land, to the beautiful elf woman who now held your hand, everything was real. Everything was true. This was your world now, and you were truly home. Your new life as a brave, smart, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior was about to begin. And you couldn't have asked for anything better.
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