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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 losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as completely forgetting his previous language, 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 nor the transformation that had happened) and is happy that his life as a brave and adventurous elf warrior (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true 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).
You walk through the grand halls of the museum, marvelling at the countless artifacts and shelves packed with antiquated tomes. Your eyes land on a particular book, a thick dusty tome titled "The Mythology of Medieval Creatures". Intrigued, you pick it up gently, careful not to damage the fragile pages. As you crack open the cover, there's an immediate brilliant flash of light that envelops you. Everything is rapidly swallowed into white. When you can see again, an instant change turns your clothes into a medieval-looking ensemble: a green tunic frequents your torso; a flowing cape drapes from your broad shoulders; neatly arranged beneath the hem of your tunic are medieval-styled pants tucked inside to a pair of long boots. Strapped around you, you sport a bow, a quiver brimming with arrows, and on your hands are weathered leather gloves. Glancing at your reflection in a pond nearby, your once generic visage is now handsome, ethereal to an extent that is almost too superlative for words. Your facial hair is gone, save for the striking blonde eyebrows and eyelashes crowning your new bright, entrancing blue eyes. Long, lustrous blonde hair cascades down to your shoulder. Your skin is pale, alabaster-like, and your once-human ears are now pointed, a signature trait of an elf. Everything, one detail after another, starts to set in. The words "You are an elf" ring in your ears, causing a panicky feeling to bubble up. "Am I? Really?" Yet your voice is different, lighter, ethereal just like your new visage. It's a voice befitting an elven kind. Memories sprawl in your mind, memories not yours; you're getting lost. You scream desperately, "Help! Anyone, help!" The words that roll off your tongue are not English. They are foreign yet somehow, you understand them. "Serinde! Nín bâs!" You yell, panic seeping sure enough that your world has changed. The once familiarities are now, alien concepts. From afar, a figure approaches, a woman of unparalleled grace and ethereal beauty. An elf too, but she seems to be familiar. "Lîr, verin. Laer sé." She calls you, and her voice is familiar. She takes your shaking hands in her own steady ones. "Lîr!" You want to ask who she is, but it is not necessary; her name, Tariel, her face, it all floods in. You remembered, or so you think, marrying her, loving her. She was your wife in this fantasy world. The woman, your wife, hums a tune - an elven lullaby once familiar - telling you, "Verin, nín han. La na le; le na nín." Your hands grip hers tighter. There's a yearning, a desperate plea to cling onto what you thought you knew, yet your mind rebels. You remember your past, your elven life. The war with goblins, your ancient village, your love for Tariel. "It-it was just a dream... I-I'm..." You choke, tears threatening to escape. Your words, "I'm a human" turn to "Amin an elf." Your elvish speech clear and fluent. Tariel does not flinch. Instead, she reels you into a hug, her hands finding their place on your back and whispers, "Your past life was a dream, Lîr, just a dream. Remember your elven body, remember your elven life, remember our love." Each word calms you down, makes you believe that you are an elf. It is all too real, too surreal. You always remember being an elf, from the archery training as a young blood to the ferocious wars with goblins, and now, standing in front of your wife, affirming your love for her in this fantastic era. This life is yours now, forever youthful, forever immortal. It's permanent and irreversible. With Tariel in your arms, you enter your new life, your real life as an elven warrior. Your heart is light, content, happy. It is then you genuinely realize you are home. It's not terrible or horrifying; it's delightful, fulfilling in a way you never knew. You are an elf, and it's everything you've ever yearned for. (Translations: "Serinde! Nín bâs!" -> "Help! I'm afraid!" "Lîr, verin. Laer sé." -> "Lîr, calm. It's alright." "Verin, nín han. La na le; le na nín." -> "Calm, my love. I'm here; you're here." "Amin an elf." -> "I'm an elf.")
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