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Question: Write a 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, 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 before or during the transformation, and is also completely unaware that his transformation had ever happened), and he is happy that his life as a brave, 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 companions who follow him, and he himself guided and supported by the gods) is his true and only 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).
The tantalizing scent of aged books and historical artifacts lured you into a tranquil corner of the museum filled with medieval artifacts and literature. Under a beam of sun filtered through a dusty window, a unique book on fantasy creatures intrigues you. You carefully open the piece of antiquity releasing a blinding light that engulfs you in a storm of ancient magic. The solid museum floors beneath your feet fade, replaced by the cool, dewy touch of grass. The air fills with the scent of wildflowers and pine. Your body tingles, marking the beginning of the physical transformation. Your build grows thinner and leaner, yet boasts a new athleticism in its limbs. You feel your senses sharpening, the chirping of birds and rustling leaves suddenly strikingly vivid. A glance in a nearby stream reflects a face now ethereal and handsome, without facial hair but with elegant blonde eyebrows and lashes. You touch long, pointy ears emerging from your now blonde hair. A glance at your reflection shows eyes of the more beautiful shade of blue, further extracting a gasp from your lips which no longer speak English. Your clothes blend into a tunic, pants, and boots of remarkably crafted medieval design. A cape billows around you and touching your arm reveals muscled flesh underneath supple leather gloves. Strapped to your body is medieval archery equipment, perfectly fitted. The world twists, changing anything modern to wood, stone, and fauna so vibrant they look painted by the gods themselves. You tried to hold onto your name, flashes of your previous life but elven memories begin to impose themselves. You hear a voice, quite many of them, speaking a delicate elven language that you understand all too well. Panic floods your thoughts as your past starts to blur and wither. You call for help to your friends, family, anyone who could recognize the old you. Your cries are in a delicate tongue. You scream and shake your head, trying to fight the transformation within you, which is as mental as it is physical. Just as the storm within you reaches its peak, a soothing voice infuses the air, singing an elven lullaby that tugs a new name from the depths of your memories. A comforting warmth envelops you in a loving embrace, calming the turmoil within. She whispers something in your ear, her sweet voice breaking through your panic. "Taraatha mae nauru, sinta' lumin," she says in a calming tone. Fear not my heart, sleep the dream. She holds up an ornamental mirror reflecting back your resplendent elven form. And with her words, your focus narrows only on the reflection you see in front of you. This is you. Always has been. With her help, the human in you was completely forgotten, replaced with the memories, personality, and life of an elf – this warrior with the ethereal face, the love for archery, this woman, your wife. With a loving smile directed at her, you let the last shreds of your human life fade away. The language, the memories, the existence. Finally, at peace, you embrace your wife, feeling your heart align with hers. Your transformation complete, you look around the meadow, embracing the beauty of your true home. After all, you are a fantasy elf, living in a world of magic, loyal to your kin, blessed by the gods, and forever in love with a woman who was always yours.
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