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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an average male mortal human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a medieval elven tunic, 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 long boots, a pair of archer's leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped either around him or to his leather belt, 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), orcs (also the elves' archnemesis), 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 and orcs, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a brave, smart, adventurous, faithful, and heroic elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an 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 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, and she tells him to remember his true 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 reader (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 he is happy that his life as a brave, 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, as well as having his loyal companions who follow him, and he himself being guided and supported by the gods who created this fantasy world) is his true and only life. Plus, the elf reader is completely and permanently unaware that his former human life and his transformation into an elf had ever happened (he is amused, possibly laughing, at the idea of ever being a human), 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 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 found solace in museums. The antiquity, the historical artifacts, every visit felt like a journey through time. On this particular day, you were fascinated by a significantly old editorial; a book that described the fantastic medieval creatures of lore with enchanted detailing in its artwork. Curiosity piqued, you thumbed through its pages, but a blinding light filled your vision just as you flipped it open. You blinked, a confusion of sensations overwhelming your senses. For a moment, you checked your surroundings, only to realize the museum was gone. An endless meadow surrounded by an ancient forest lay ahead. The transition was shockingly swift, too real to be a dream. Your clothing felt different, weighed down on one side with the strange pull of something you didn’t recognize. Touching your fingers to your ears, you realized they were longer, pointedly so. The reflection in a nearby stream betrayed an ethereal face, with a lean, strong body clad in an elven tunic and a long flowing cape, a quiver with arrows strapped tightly to a leather belt around your waist. A shudder ran through your heart as the mortal fears still clung to your human memories. The reality of change was off-putting, disorientating. Your human life started fading into oblivion, with voices of people you knew mutating into whispers, the laughter of friends fizzling into silent echoes. You hurriedly tried to call out, to find any familiarity within this alien tongue, but what came out were words from an elven language. Fear gripped your heart as the grim realization of losing your human language took root. No English words formed, only elven, which you automatically understood but had never known before. Despair wriggled into your spirits, overpowering your senses. A sense of loss, a churning moment of terror, threatened to devour you. But just as rapidly, a wave of tranquility washed over you. It radiated from a beautiful adult female elf who approached. Her calming presence brought reprieve, the warmth of a serene ocean amidst your tempest turmoil. “Amin mela lle,” she said softly, holding you tenderly. 'I love you', the words translated in your head immediately. Every bout of fear was quashed as she bravely pressed her lips against yours, kissed away your tainted tears. Her soothing lullaby wove into the air around you, silencing the last screams of your human memory. “Sut ano, melethron,” she said, 'Remember now, my love'. Her words cut through my remaining resistance, her warmth seeping into your skin, into your blood. Riddled with exhaustion, your memory succumbed entirely; your human life was but a dream. You blinked at your wife, for that’s who she was. She was no stranger, not really. You had known her, loved her all your life. Your human existence paled, the signs of mortality were transient, a feeble illusion. You had always been immortal, youth forever etched in your blood. Born with ethereal beauty and supernatural powers, you were a brave, smart and adventurous elf archer. You had fought goblins and orcs, married this enchanting elven woman, and for countless years, your life had been everything but mundane. To the world, you'd been reborn. But for you, you had always existed here, in this moment, as an elf. “Mela A'maelamin,” you whispered to your wife - 'I love you, my love'. Your vows affirmed, all signs of your forged mortality forgotten, the beginning of your elven journey awaited.
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