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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an 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), 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, 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).
Stepping into the hushed silence of the museum, you gaze at the towering shelves teaming with ancient artifacts. Each one is whispered to contain a multitude of histories, truths, and illusions blended together. You find yourself drawn towards a dusty corner where a worn-out book concerning medieval fantasy creatures beckons to you. You feel an odd sensation as though this book chose you. Gently picking it up, the title eludes your eyes, hidden under the worn leather cover. As you carefully turn the pages, a gush of energy emanates from it - a blinding light radiates and engulfs the room, wrapping around your form. Panic first steadies in your chest then turns into full-fledged fear as your body starts to transform. Your clothes shift, replacing the jeggings and t-shirt with a tunic of the finest silk, a majestic cape clasped around your shoulders. Medieval-styled pants form, nestling the long boots that appear up to your shins. Leather gloves magically weave around your hands while a whirling cloud of energy materializes a quiver, bow, and arrows strapped around your torso. You reach up in shock to feel long, pointy ears where your round ones were moments before. Your body becomes lean and athletic, muscles popping up gracefully as though they were always there. A grim twist of magic wipes the lower half of your face clean of any trace of facial hair. All this while, your hair shifts to a beautiful blonde, growing until it reaches your lower back. Your eyes feel different as well, and you somehow know that they have transformed into a radiant blue. Your skin absorbs the light and becomes an ethereal pale - you’re changing into an elf. The transformation takes a turn for the worse as your language gets transformed. Mid-way through your plea for help, your familiar English gets replaced by an elvish tongue. You try to fight the new words that seem to naturally form in your mind, resisting with all your might against the formidable magic. Yet, you are no match for this almighty power as English drains away, leaving you with an elvish fluency you did not possess seconds ago. Your surroundings start to morph, characters from the book materializing in your now medieval world filled with elves, goblins, dragons, and more. The concrete cityscape gives way to an expansive green field, adorned by a peaceful village, a forest, and a river that reflects the celestial bodies above. A painful jolt of energy streams into your mind, memories and personality being rewritten. You struggle, trying to hold onto whatever remains of your humanity, but to no avail. A roar of panic and loss tears through you as your human life, human memories, human personality are all erased. In the end, only the life of an elf, the battles you fought, the elven woman you married remains. "Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya," a soft voice was of comfort and affection pulls you out of your transformational trance. The voice is sweet and familiar, its owner being an ethereal elf maiden. She looks at you with eyes full of love, joy, and a hint of distress. Seeing her, you realize—this is your wife. This is the woman whose love has weathered many a storm, whose presence has been the beacon of light in countless battles. Desperately, you search your new memories, and relief washes over you when you find her safely nestled between them. The lullaby she hums with caresses both comforting and familiar. As your reality begins to stabilize, you understand her. You understand what she means when she reassures you, in elvish, that your past life was nothing but a dream. She urges you to remember only what you know now, as an elf, as a husband, as a warrior. And although you try to recollect the life you lived as a human, you are unable to. You gaze at her, happiness replacing the panic and fear. Accepting her open arms, you encase yourself within them, feeling at home. Despite the radical transformation, it felt right. It felt like home. The life you lived as a mortal human might have been erased but the promised life of an immortal elf, blessed by the love of this ethereal maiden, is waiting. And much to your surprise, you find yourself looking forward to it. After all, you were not really a mere mortal man but a brave, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior. You belonged here in this phantasmal reality, always had, always will.
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