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Question: Write the 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 (his entire clothes are like all other elven warriors in the fantasy world he lives in), 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, 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 wander into the museum, filled with relics of the ancient past, your gaze is drawn to a book. Dusty and faded, it lies nestled amidst other historical artifacts. Though you cannot decipher the title, you feel a strange, inexplicable compulsion to open it. When the cover swings open, a blinding light swirls around you. For a moment, you're suspended in that impossibly bright light, and then reality begins to spin, warp, and twist. You feel a sharp tingling sensation tinging your body, starting from the tips of your ears. They elongate, bending into a pointed shape synonymous with fantastical tales of elves. Panic is the first response, your heart pounding as a foreign feeling start radiating from within. But strangely, there is no pain, only a sensation that feels almost natural. Hair turns from yourself familiar brown shade into a shimmering blonde, flowing down to your shoulders. Your skin goes from a normal human complexion to an ethereal-looking pale hue, your eyes turning from brown to a piercing, beautiful blue. The change mimics aesthetic transformations from mortal Germanic races to their elder mythical brethren. You feel your body becoming leaner but more robust, an athletic physique replacing the implied muscle from your humdrum gym runs. Clothing changes too, as your casual cotton attire fades away, replaced with a nature-inspired ensemble befitting an Elven warrior. And while you could guess what was happening before, now the truth hits you hard. You are transforming into an elf from medieval fantasy! As fear creeps back in, your mind becomes cloudy, and you try to shout, to call for help. But the words that cross your lips are not yours, not English. They're musical, flowing, like a river running over stones, nothing like any human language you've known. Horror surges in you as you find yourself unable to utter anything else. A strange yet potent wave of nostalgia sweeps over you. At the edge of your mind, old memories fade as new ones surge forward, memories of forests, grand bows, and arrows. You see yourself practicing archery under the towering trees, charging at goblins with your elven comrades. You are fighting, losing, winning wars. A woman, beautiful and ethereal, glides into your vision and brings with her memories of marriage, love, and companionship. "No! Not real! I'm human!" you are shrieking, falling to your knees, tears streaming down your pale, elven features as your own self is eroded away. Suddenly, she is with you, the woman from your memories, reaching out to brush your tears away. Her hand is gentle, her voice soothing as she whispers, "*Lle ume quel*, only to fade, only to bloom" (You are not disappearing, you are blossoming)." She pulls you into a comforting embrace, holding you close and letting you cry out on her shoulder as her voice rings in your ears, sweet and calming like a lullaby. Her words are a mantra, soaking into your consciousness. "*Sut naa lle?*" (Who are you?) Her question hangs in the air for a moment. You know the answer is simpler than the confusion swirling within you. You have a choice. Remain human in mind and fight the change, or accept your new life? And then the answer becomes clear. "You are *Eruchín* (Elf lord), brave and wise, a blessed warrior. Remember your true self, remember our love, recognize me as your *Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'*, (My heart shall weep until it sees you again)," she whispers in your ear, her voice soft and soothing. And you understand. The human life was a mere illusion, a fleeting dream, fashionable only in verbosity and as mindless entertainment. Your life as Eruchín, a hero, a husband to this beautiful elf standing in front of you is your reality. Unfolding her from your embrace, you watch as her face lights up. With a gentle smile, she takes your hand, guiding you towards your home. Home among the towering silhouettes of the ancient trees, under the sky filled with glowing celestial bodies. All thought of your human life dissipates. New memories, responsibilities, a whole new life, and above all, an eternal truth starts to set in. You, Eruchín, are part of this world now. You have always been a part of it, and you always will be. As the final fragments of memory of your old life slip away, you realize the absurdity of having been human once. Looking into the eyes of the one you love, a gentle laugh escapes your lips, filling the night with the echoing melody of joy. You now live in a world filled with myths and legends, a world made real by the ancient gods. And as you step forward into the forest with your beloved by your side, the enormity of it all finally sinks in. The journey to be a hero has just begun. Although you believe it's a journey you've begun countless times already, just as countless as the stars guiding your path under the luminous moonlight. And perhaps, it is that belief that truly matters. Because in this world of magic, belief is what shapes reality. And you, Eruchín, are ready to shape yours.
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