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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), 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), 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 completely 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), also in elven language, 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 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 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. 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).
Soft strips of light drooping from stained glass windows accompany you on your very adventurous journey through a seemingly forgotten museum. Streaks of benefit time color the ancient artifacts delicately put on display. It is here you find comfort and solace from mundane life, wandering aimlessly through the artifacts displaying the brave and fantastical parts of human history. Your eyes eventually land on an aged, battered tome. Something compels you to reach out, its boundaries blurred with an obscurity that some might call...magic. Tentatively, your fingers graze the rough, ancient book cover. You pull it closer, curiosity pricking your senses, nudging you to explore its contents. The moment your eager fingertips turn the first yellowed page, a blinding light consumes everything. When you open your eyes, the surroundings morph into infinite shades of green and brown. The smell of moist earth fills your nostrils, the cool wind kisses your skin, and you feel...lighter. Glancing down, a tunic of vibrant green replaces your usual jeans and t-shirt, with a sweeping cape touching your boots. A soft tug at your ears, like someone pulling a hat over your head, brings your focus to your face. You feel the elongated, pointed ends of your ears with nimble fingers, only to also notice their encasement within thin leather gloves. Your reflection on a nearby pond's surface renders you speechless. A well-defined jawline, sharp cheekbones, long-lashed eyes with irises the color of a cloudless blue sky speak back at you. Gone is your stubble, replaced by flawless fair skin and long flowing golden hair. You feel oddly...beautiful. Ethereal. In your fluctuating emotions, a terrifying yet peculiar sensation grips you. Memories not your own rush like a torrent into your mind: archery training, wars with vile-looking creatures you now know are 'goblins'. A beautiful Elven maiden seizes your heart with a love so strong it feels eternal. Fear spreads within your system as slowly, you find yourself forgetting...yourself. You cry out, yet gibberish leaves your mouth. You observe your fluent alien words - a language familiar and yet so foreign, and realize you don't recall how to speak English anymore. Confusion gets replaced by cold dread, which morphs into resignation as you realize your futile fight to retain your human past. Just as the struggle peaks, a voice lulls you. A woman of similar ethereal beauty stands before you. Her eyes full of kind understanding and concern bring you a strange solace. She offers you comfort, speaking in the same foreign yet familiar language - Quildinga mín, sérðu ekki hvað þú ert nu? Bæn þinni miðað við mannanna heimilið er blekking. Skráðu hver þú ert í sannleik. (My love, can't you see what you are now? Your longing for the human world is an illusion. Acknowledge who you are in truth.) Her words seep through your confusion, her touch soothes your panic. You remember the way she tucks her golden hair behind her dainty ears, the way her lips curve when she's at peace. You know her, you feel it deep within your heart. She is your wife. As her lips touch yours, sealing an eternity of love, the chaos in your mind retreats. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you draw back, securing her in a loving embrace. In this moment, you understand - the human life was a dream, a fleeting moment of mundanity. The pair of piercing blue eyes that reflect in the pond was not something alien to you. It is you. You are an elf, and you always have been.
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