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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an average male mortal human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a medieval elven tunic, 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 long boots, a pair of archer's leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped either around him or to his leather belt, 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), orcs (also the elves' archnemesis), 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 and orcs, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a brave, smart, adventurous, faithful, and heroic elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an 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 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, and she tells him to remember his true 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 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, 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. Plus, the elf reader is completely and permanently unaware that his former 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 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 your fingers trail along the dusty spines of countless books, your eyes fall on a very old and weathered volume, "Fables of the Medieval Creatures." Intrigued, you gingerly pull it from its resting place on the shelf and open it. Immediately, a gulp of shock escapes from your lips, as the world around you blurs into an whirlpool of chaotic, blinding light. Suddenly, you feel the rough texture of bark beneath your hands. Disoriented, you try to comprehend what's happening, but within moments, a pressure coiling around your mind makes your body tremble. Your heart pounds in your chest as you can almost sense your very being shifting, taking on a new form. It is terrifying as you can feel your skin tightening, becoming thinner yet stronger. You try to scream out in English, in the language you have known all your life, yet what escapes your lips are unfamiliar words. "Edro, edro!!" (Open, open!!) Your confusion is heightened by a shimmering echo seeming to flow through each strand of your hair. A hand runs through it, only to snap back in surprise. Gone are your previously short, dark locks; now they are a waist-length cascade of golden hair. In a daze, you touch your ears, wondering why everyone in the museum suddenly seems so muffled... but your hands meet long, pointy ears, delicately twitching at the foreign sensation. Reality soon begins to fall away. Every attempt you make to recall something, anything about your previous existence, ends up with you drawing a blank. Panic bubbles up within your chest and you reach for the fading fragments of your former life. Just as you try to conjure up your childhood memories, you find new ones crowding in. Memories of a life lived amidst dense forests of ancient trees, of archery contests and constant battle against ferocious goblins and orcs. Desperate, you fight against these memories, but every struggle is futile. You wrestle your own mind, a futile struggle against the stubborn insistence of your newfound eternal existence. The name that you once proudly claimed vanishes, leaving you with a name that seems timeless, yet so familiar. "Aerandir" (Sea- Wanderer). Out of nowhere, a comforting presence appears. There in the starlight stands a beautiful elven maiden, her eyes filled with warmth and undeniable love. You recognize the kind features of her face. A sob catches in your throat as she softly coos, "Mae govannen, Aerandir." (Well met, Aerandir.) Her voice is the sweet, soothing melody that lulls your chaotic mind into silence. She reaches out and envelops you in a gentle hug, her fingers softly caressing your tear-streaked face. And in that one kiss, you feel an electric jolt of pure love and connection. A love, she tells you, that has existed for centuries between the two of you. She sings softly, a song that embeds itself in your soul, a lullaby that lulls your panic-stricken heart back to serenity. "Anann, vendui'. Nalye uma alassea lir' i' wannimath." (Hush, welcome. You are a beautiful song at the end.) As your new wife guides you towards your home nestled among the trees, your heart swells with the acceptance of this new reality. Happiness floods through you as you embrace your rebirth into this elven form, a form that feels more authentic than the one you used to inhabit. Your human life had been a dream, a fleeting illusion. This timeless existence, as an elf, is an eternal reality. In the days that follow, you gravitate towards your new identity with ease. You laugh as you enjoy honing your archery skills. Goblins, orcs, dragons become your adversaries and the mythical creatures you used to read about become your companions. You are content in this fantastical world, for this is now your home, your reality. The life of a human, the trivialities of everyday mortal existence, are lost to you – replaced by epic tales and timeless journeys. This is your life now. A proud and noble elf. Forevermore. va'leryon i' loth en' templa! (Long live the flower of the forest!)
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