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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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, 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), 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), 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 and only remember being an elf). 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 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 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 to remember who he really is (an elf), 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), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) and is happy that his life as an elf (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, 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 you enter the museum, its grandeur and expanse stir an enthralling sense of expedition. The ancient artifacts seem to smile at your curiosity, hinting at the wisdom they harbor. You find yourself attracted to an ancient book within a glass case – it's about medieval fantasy creatures. A strange compulsion pulls you towards the book, a magnetic force you can't resist. You open it and an ethereal light engulfs you, as bright as the midday sun. Warm vibrancy ripples through your body like a tidal wave, making you feel as if you're becoming as fluid as water. You notice your modern attire evolving. Your jeans and t-shirt molt away like a second skin, replaced by a period-appropriate tunic and cape. The crisp woolen texture feels comfortable, traditional. Your feet are now housed in long leather boots, your hands clad in gloves matching the same rugged material. As your body alters, subtly molding itself to a different species, you blink in disbelief. Your reflection in the glass case shows your ears now sprouting into slender, sharp points. You run your hands across your now hairless face, sleek and smooth as marble. Your touch reveals a lean, athletic build under your cloth, a body more graceful than you've ever known. When your fingers course through your hair, long blonde strands meet their touch—no longer the short, dark hair you had. Looking into the reflection, you're met with radiant blue irises. An ethereal charm floods your facial features. Your skin is as fair as the moonlight, a stark contract to your once tan complexion. Your natural form has ebbed away, immortal youth and beauty flowing in as effortlessly as the changing tides. Suddenly, your thoughts are jumbled, words and phrases unknown to you flood in like a grotesque dam break. Your English, the language you've always known, morphs into an elven dialect in mid-sentence. “No! This isn't right...I need...Na le os tôl” You clutch your head, the barrage of new memories causing a sharp pain. You can feel your humanity slipping away from you like grains of sand. But your efforts to fight against the tide are futile. In your desperation, you scream for your family, for anyone to help—but your language is unknown to them. Despite your struggles, the memories of being a mortal human are replaced with an elf's. Images of archery training, war against rambunctious goblins, and an ethereal woman fill your mind, superseding your previous life's flashes. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a woman, an elf, making her way towards you. Her rich blonde hair cascades down like a waterfall, and her blue eyes glimmer with gentle kindness. She pulls you into an embrace, it is comfortingly familiar as if you've known her touch before. “Mela en' coiamin,” she speaks in the same tongue flowing within you (Love of my life). Her words make you glance again at the book opened in front of you, where the name "Thalion" appears. Thalion- it feels right, more than any other name before. Despite every dreaded moment, you realize you're at peace with her encouraging whisper filling your thoughts: “Autha le, Thalion” (wake up, Thalion). The woman sways you gently, enchanting you with an elven lullaby, the rhythm soothes your jumbled mind. You now see her—your wife, someone you've loved and known for centuries. The reality of being Thalion eventually syncs in, the horrifying realization of your past life fades into a distant dream. The hospitality of her arms, her smiling eyes, the elven village around you—is more home than any other place before. With the elven lullaby filling the museum air, you are now him—Thalion. You look at her and can't hold yourself from uttering devotion: "Ad coiamin, Mela." (I love you, my love).
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