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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, 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 nor the transformation that had happened) and is happy that his life as a brave, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior (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, 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).
You walk into a museum, a space filled with old books, medieval artifacts, and relics of history long faded into the annals of the past. Your fingers trail over a worn, leather-bound book titled 'Medieval Fantasy Creatures', an ancient lore about mystical beings, which intrigues you. With careful fingers, you crack open the book. Light explodes from within, pure white, blinding like a sun glaring in the midday sky, engulfing you completely. As the light fades into a soft, ethereal glow, you find your hands are no longer cracked and worn from age, but lean and fair, fingers nimble and long. Peering down at yourself, your clothes have completely transformed. Instead of modern attire, you now wear a hunter green tunic, a cape billowing gently at your back, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked under long, rugged leather boots. Your hands fit snugly into leather gloves, and across your body, a quiver, a bow, and a neat set of arrows are strapped. Pausing to groom your long, blonde hair that falls in a cascade of curls down your back, you notice a pair of pointy elven ears protruding out. Your once worn face is now handsome, ethereal-looking, devoid of any facial hair while your blue irises hold a mesmerizing sheen. It feels odd; you're an Elf now, a being of beauty and grace, ageless and immortal. As you stand in the midst of a verdant, wooded meadow, you feel reality shift around you, the steel and concrete of the city melting away into medieval fairy-tale aesthetics replete with mythical creatures: dragons, goblins, other elves. You comprehend that you are no longer in the world you knew; this is your home now, a mystical elven village nestled amidst the trees. Suddenly, language as you knew it fades, syllables of English - your native tongue - dissolve into nonsensical whispers carried by the wind. Panic claws at your mind as an elven language flows from your lips. "Ena'lye minya... anore ve'na!" you exclaim frantically without understanding why, your plea in English - 'I don't want to be this... I want to go back!' - shifting midway into Elvish. A creeping sense of horror fills you as your old memories bleed into new ones, trying desperately to hold on to your past. Your mind fights against the torrent of a life spent amongst elves, a wave of archery training, your marriage to an elven maiden, battles against goblins. Every human memory that you possessed is vanishing, slipping through your fingers like sand. You cry out in tears, a human's plea in an elf's tongue, and your heart aches for the familiar. Seeing your panic, a beautiful elven woman approaches you, her golden hair glinting in the sunlight. In fluid Elvish, she tells you, "Anta lye melme, mitrandir," or "Give me your love, Grey Pilgrim," and her voice is like a soothing song as she cradles your afraid, confused soul. The woman - your woman, a part of your new memory tells you - gently holds your hands and with a true love's kiss, whispers, "Lye oiosinda, melamin. Lye coia en sang," - you're waking up, my love. We are home in peace. Her warm words begin to still your panicked heart. As you listen to her soft voice, you finally surrender to the tide of elven memories. The tears dry up, your heart steadies, and a sense of peace washes over you. A slow smile spreads across your face as you pull her into a loving embrace. The ancient words of Elvish grow familiar on your tongue, and you realize, with a hint of exhilaration– this is who you are. You are an elven warrior, forever young, forever at home in this fantastical world. The past life - the 'real,' human life - was now nothing more than a frail dream with the fading dusk, while the strong, brave elf before her, wrapped in a comforting hug and the soft echo of a lullaby, was real. It had always been real - it had always been you.
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