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Question: Write the 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 completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (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, adventurous, and faithful 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, an average male with a profound interest in history, are spending your afternoon touring an old museum, marveling at the myriad of relics from different eras. While perusing through their massive collection of ancient texts, one particular book catches your eye - a leather-bound tome titled "The Lost Lore of Fantasy Fauna." Intrigued, you pick it up, not knowing your life is about to change dramatically. As you open the antiquated book, a blinding beam of iridescent light bursts forth. The radiant light envelops you, permeating every fiber of your being. An overwhelming surge of magic engulfs you, your body begins to change in every sense of the word. You feel your muscles lengthen, becoming more streamlined and lithe; your overall physique transitions into a slender yet athletic build. Your fingers extend, becoming nimble and perfectly suited for archery. Looking down, you see your everyday clothes morph into a tunic, cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked into long boots, and wrapped around your hands are fine leather gloves. Strapped to your back, a quiver filled with sharp, gilded arrows and a curved bow materialize. Awed by your appearance, you gingerly touch a tuft of your newfound, long blonde hair, and your ears that have now elongated into elegant, pointed tips. Despite your shock, you can't help but acknowledge how ethereal your face looks - handsome, with striking blue eyes and cleared of any facial hair, save for your blonde eyelashes and eyebrows. A bizarre sensation sweeps over you as your lifetime's worth of English vocabulary begins to blur, replaced with an elegant language where each word seems to carry echoes of ancient magic. Melotine salaire! A phrase fills your mind and you speak it aloud, realizing the word for 'hello' in the elven tongue. A wave of despair hits you and you try to speak English, but it feels like an alien concept. Your screams for help emerge as elegant elvish pleas, your cry falling on inhuman ears. The world around you shimmers, the stale, curated air of the museum transforms into the fresh scent of foliage and a splendid view of endless verdant woods. Distantly, you see timber-framed houses, an elven village nestled in the heart of the forest. A rush of foreign memories intertwined with fear engulfs you. You remember archery lessons under tall trees, wars with maleficent goblins, a beautiful, elven woman laughing with you—a wife, your wife. Desperate not to lose your human memories, you clutch your aching head, trying to recall who you used to be—an average mortal man. But the will of the magic is relentless and your human life, with all its memory, personality, and life experiences, fades into oblivion. As you are losing this battle, a wisp of a woman floats up to you, her face radiating pure joy upon seeing you. "Le melon, hervenn," she says as she softly takes your hands. The elvish phrase meaning, 'I love you, husband,' tugs at something within you. As she sings an elvish lullaby gently, the beautiful woman tells you that your life as a human was merely a dream and you are, and always have been, an elf. Slowly, you accept this new reality, coming to the understanding that you are her husband, a dedicated elvish warrior, whose only true life is with her, his lovely wife. As she continues to soothe you, the terror and confusion leave your eyes. You now are an elf, forever youthful, immortal, and all you can remember is your centuries-long, happy life in an elven village. You stand in your new life, the fantasy realm, your true reality, not a human but an elf, a fearless warrior, a loving husband, and most importantly, at peace with being your true self.
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