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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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 (a bow and the arrows-filled) 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, making English completely unfamiliar to him and he could no longer remember what English words mean nor how to say them), 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, thus they're saying to the reader that them erasing the mortal memories, personality, and life is not a curse, but a blessing), telling the reader that they are blessing him by completely erasing his mortal human memories and personality (the gods intentionally erasing all of the reader's previous human life and memories/personality is a blessing), while also telling him to remember his true 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 truly 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 truly 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, including but not limited to goblins), 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), the elf reader believes that he was daydreaming about the human life while he was returning/traveling back to his home village (exactly like what his elven wife stated earlier), 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).
A typical day's excursion; you, an ordinary gentleman, find yourself meandering the hallowed halls of a museum, the antiquity of relic and the silence of millenniums tucked away between old books and aging artifacts. You come upon something truly peculiar, a book different from the rest, its title glowing tantalistically, "The Lore of the Medieval World." Your curiosity piqued, you take the book and open to the first page, and in a blink of an eye, a blinding light engulfs you. Something unfolds within, a quicksilver sensation that seems to both empty and fulfill your being. The sclera of your eyes bleach further, corneas capturing the blue of the clear sky above, creating an unusual, breathtaking contrast. Furrows against your skin smooth out as it pales to an ivory complexion. Change winds its way through your body, reconstructing it, refining it from the core. Feel an overwhelming power grow within you, like a flame sparking to life. Sinews tighten, muscles fine-tuning themselves to a standard of divine athleticism. Your mouth opens, a gasp, and the words that spill from it are not of your mother tongue. English, a language that once came so naturally to your tongue, is now entirely unfamiliar, replaced by an Elven language you now understand completely. As wording poured from your mouth, the tone was entirely different, the timbre light and mellifluous, reflecting your new elven bloodline. A fear crept to the corners of your awareness as reality warps around you. You scream out in panic in a language you no longer understood. Your ears, once round and short, elongate gradually, tips tapering into a complacent point - the mark of an elf. You touch them cautiously, your beautiful new hands encased in leather gloves, outfitted in a medieval ensemble all characteristic of an elven warrior. Your outfit, earthly and forest-colored, resembling a tunic that flows past your hips, belted snugly around your waist. Your pants, made of the same material, are neatly tucked into a pair of elaborately designed boots, built for archery and distant travel. You find yourself at the heart of a woodland glade, the sun casting a shadow over the horizon as if you've been transported into a different realm, a world long dreamt of, adorned in mythical creatures such as elves, goblins, and dragons with a nearby elven village, your new home. Suddenly, your senses heighten, all five stretching to a capacity you'd never known. The taste of the air, the scent of the pine, the rustle of the leaves whispering eldritch tales; you can perceive it all on a scale unimaginable. Your world begins to spin. Memories, unfamiliar ones with foreign faces, begin to play behind your eyes like a recurring dream. Your loved ones, your history, your humanity. They all dissolve into the evanescent grey mist surrounding your thoughts. As the final vestiges of your past life fade away, a divine voice echoes in your mind, an assurance, a comfort. “*Lyr naa koira,*” (Your past was but a dream). This is a blessing, not a curse. A figure emerges from the edge of the wood, an ethereal vision of beauty. Her long blonde hair shimmers, dancing with the wind. Her clear blue eyes meet yours, a smile blooming on her lips as she walks toward you. Her soft voice rings harmoniously with the new rhythm of your heart, comforting you in your mother tongue. “*Serinde,*” (Fear not,)” her slender, now familiar hand elegantly reaching up to wipe away a tear you never noticed was there, kissing you, telling you she is your wife. The gods' intention dawns upon you. Your life as a human, a mere dream, and the dream is over. You have always been an elf. Warm-eyed, brave-hearted, this ethereal world is your oyster, and you, its pearl. Gazing into her eyes, the whirlwind of emotions calms to a gentle breeze. Feeling the wind brush through your long, blonde hair, your heart accepting the melody of her voice, you lift your gloved hand to meet hers, fingers intertwining. You smile as she recites a familiar lullaby “*Anar caluva tielyanna,*” (May the sun shine upon your path). Do you remember the panic? The transformation? The fear? It seems absurd, laughable even, the thought of your human existence. It's as if you’ve competed in many a successful quest with your comrades, as if the joy of victory was sweet on your lips, as if you were born for such a life. Was that not just a daydream of your receding human mind? The gods had chosen you to be their warrior, their hero, one blessed with a beautiful wife, and you all but embraced it. In the truth of your transformation, you ultimately find peace, bliss in the reality of your divine immortality as an elf. Now, reader, your journey as a warrior elf has begun. Embrace it.
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