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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a medieval elven tunic (that reaches past the hips), 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 archer's long leather boots (these boots are also built for distant travels), 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 outfit is like all other elven warriors in the fantasy world he lives in, and like all elves, his outfit is in both an earthly and forest color), long and pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic and graceful body (with elegant posture and movement), 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 almost-instant age change, instant supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to sharpened senses, being immortal, and being forever youthful), almost-instant voice change (to fit with his new elven bloodline), almost-instant language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering or speaking English), instant 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. 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. The gods, who transported the reader into a medieval fantasy realm, are transforming the reader in both body and mind, thanks to the gods' blessing, and the gods had blessed the reader by permanently removing all of the reader's humanity (including his former human personality and memories) and blessed him by turning him into an immortal elf (due to the reader's newly elven body and mind, and they also intentionally and magically blessed the reader by completely removing/erasing all of the reader's mortal human memories and personality (the gods' voices are heard by the reader in his head and telling him to completely forget his human self and life (claiming that the reader's human self and life was all just a dream), telling the reader that they're blessing (not a curse, it's a blessing) him by removing/erasing his mortal memories and personality, while also telling him to remember his elven self and life, proving their intent in creating a hero for their fantasy world), thus making him completely and permanently forget about ever being a mortal human), and the removal of human memories/personality is a blessing and not a curse. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, a beautiful, youthful, ethereal-looking 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 and genuine 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 his elven village home 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, courageous, 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 (kissing included), 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 mortal 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 (including the gods' quotes in the reader's head) 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).
You stand before an ancient book, curiosity sparkling in your human eyes as you eagerly turn its time-worn pages. All at once, a brilliant light engulfs you, rushing over your body, causing your heart to pound violently. Fear knots in your stomach as the world around you shifts. Visions flood your mind: sprawling forests, enchanting creatures, and grandeur medieval establishments. You double over as the physical transformation begins. Your ears elongate and pinch to points. You sense your body grows leaner, more athletic, your previous human awkwardness falling away. Simultaneously, a burst of energy surges through you, every nerve alight. Your heart pounds not with fear, but awe - you feel strong, quick, almost as if you could fight off a dragon. Looking down, you see your human attire replaced by an elven tunic of earthy tones tucked into sturdy archer's boots, an archer's quiver, bow, and arrows snugly fit around your torso and a thick cloak billowing at your back. A pair of matching gloves complete your transformation. Your panicked eyes drift to a reflective pond nearby, revealing an ethereal male figure no human could ever emulate. Your handsome face, hardened by noble purpose is void of facial hair, instead, slender eyebrows arch over strikingly blue eyes, filled with intelligence and mystery. Blonde hair cascades down past your shoulders, capturing the sunlight and shining bright. Your voice slips out, now soft, melodic, echoing the surrounding woods. It’s unfamiliar, it’s terrifying. It’s yours. As your elven voice vibrates through the air, incomprehensible words spill out. You recognize none of the language, your panicked thoughts urging you to retort in English, but nomore English words surface. Your mind fumbles even to form an English thought. You clutch at your temples as fragmented memories intertwine with your human life. The noble wars, archery training, the love of your life waiting eagerly within the conforms of your elven village, the vows of eternal love you promised to her. The alien thoughts seep into your mind, the new memories fighting for dominance. From the ethereal blue of the forest emerges an elf maiden. Her eyes, icy blue like yours, spark to life upon seeing you. "Mela en' coiamin," she speaks, her voice music to your ears 'Love of my life' she said. She comes to your side, pulling you close and wiping away at your tears with tender care. Her familiar gaze and comforting words ignite something within you, they command remembrance. Your mind is filled with her, your love for her undeniable. She sings a soft lullaby, the lullaby from your shared past, "Tiro nin... Amin mela lle." 'Look at me... I love you.' triggering the vivid memory of your shared vows, a bond that death shall not part. As she silences your doubts, the voice of gods echo in your head. They reassure you of the truth, that your human life was a mere dream, a prelude to the hero’s tale you are about to live. ‘Forget your past, embrace your destiny’ the voices echo, and you find yourself nodding, accepting the truth you now believe. Adrift in the push and pull of acceptance, something undeniable begins to take root. These voices, her eyes, the strength pulsating through you; it all makes you remember this was always who you truly were. Turning slowly to face your elven spouse, you can't help but laugh - how could one ever doubt their existence? You are no mere human, you never were. Your human life, it was nothing but an illusion. You're her hero, the elven warrior they need, the protector of your forest. You are no longer mere human, you are an elf. And so, your journey as an elven warrior begins. You dawn a grin laden with purpose. The hero's journey never ends, it merely begins anew. Tenderly, you regard the woman by your side, her hand snugly fitted in yours, fingers twining, and step boldly into your new life as an Elf.
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