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Question: Write the 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).
Among the collection of ancient books and artifacts, an enigmatic tome captured your interest. It was a beautifully aged book, filled with illustrations of mythical creatures in vivid hues. You brushed your hand over the leather-bound cover, the curious imagery woven within depicting a world of fantasy with elves, dragons, goblins, and orcs. With a faint thrill of anticipation, you opened it and a light as blinding as a sunburst engulfed you. As the swirling luminosity subsided, the world that greeted you was wholly unlike the museum you had found yourself in moments ago. You stood in a lush forest, the air filled with songs of birds unheard of in the human world. The world had transformed and bringing with it your body as well. Shrouded in a thick cloak, a tunic peeked from beneath fastened at the waist with a finely crafted leather belt. You noticed a sturdy longbow and a quiver filled with arrows attached to your belt. Your legs were covered in medieval-styled pants, neatly tucked underneath a pair of long boots. There were gloves on your hands now, made of soft, durable leather - perfect to draw the bow without injuring oneself. Taking a glance at your translucent reflection in the water, your face seemed ethereally handsome, no facial hair marring the lower part of your face, but retaining your eyebrows and eyelashes which were now a striking blond, the same color as your long hair that softly brushed your shoulders. Your ears were longer, tapering to elegant points akin to those of an elf. Attempting to rationalize this transformation, you reached for your human words. But the words that spilled were unrecognizable, beautifully fluid and yet completely alien to you. Panic welled within you as you attempted again and again to speak your native tongue, English, yet all that came out were these elven syllables. Horror dawned as the confusion of the new memories creeping in with every passing moment fought against your already beleaguered mind. You screamed for help, for your family, your friends, but all that heard were the age-old trunks of towering trees and thickets of vibrant ferns. Yet none of it felt wrong. Rather there was an uncanny familiarity, a sense of belonging as if you've always been here, been this. A harmonious and sweet voice chimed out from the trees, the words both foreign and yet understood. "Calen si, cuil. Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo.” The lady who stood in front of you was elegant, her eyes mirrored a comforting familiarity. "Don't distress, love. A star shines on the hour of our meeting." She flung your words back at you with a gentle smile. Strangely enough, your mind clung to these elven words, found solace in them while your old language seemed to float away. Tears welled up in your eyes as the woman closed the distance between you, wiping away your tears and taking both your hands in hers. She kissed you then, a real kiss, full of fondness. "A elin na gelir, guren lín caro,” she murmured against your lips. A soothing chant followed, taking the shape of an elven lullaby, her voice like wind in the leaves. (Your star shines, my heart sings). The panic receded, the tears dried, and a new truth dawned. Your life as a human was a dream, this was real. Your memories of modern life, science, evolution, all dwindled away leaving behind vivid recount of life in an elven village, your skills in archery, your feud with goblins, and orcs. The woman before you was your wife, always has been. You've known love, brave adventures, and being a heroic elf. With a lopsided smile, she whispered, “Quel amrun, melonamin.” Good morning, my love." As the new reality sank in, you not only accepted it, but embraced it. Laughing at the ludicrous idea of ever being a human, you embarked on your journey unaware of the human life you once led. After all, who wants to be human when one could be an unforgettable, immortal elf? You relished the prospect of forever youth, the adventures, the heroism. You had always been an elf, you were meant to be this. Your human past was merely a humorous anecdote, a relic of a closed chapter. And thus began your real story, that of the courageous elven warrior, reunited with his lifelong love, ready to combat whatever goblins or orcs dare to cross their path. Welcome home, brave elf. This is your beginning... or was it a continuation? It mattered not.
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