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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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 on Earth 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 (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, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a heroic elf. The gods, who transported the reader into a medieval fantasy realm, are transforming the reader in both body and mind, thanks to the gods' blessing. 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 (she also confirms the reader that he was returning/traveling back home to the elven village from one of his many quests/battles and that's why he's daydreaming about his false/imagined human life), and she tells him to remember his true elven body and life (saying those, 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 (he is truly happy about being with his elven wife and is affectionate towards her, he even promises to always be there for her), as well as having his loyal companions/comrades who follow him (he is also loyal to his companions and they always help him in quests and battles, having succeeded in all battles and quests against villains), and he himself being guided and supported by the gods (who have intentionally chosen and transformed the human reader into a heroic elf warrior so this fantasy world would have a hero) 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).
As you stroll leisurely through the archaic museum, your eyes are drawn to an ancient book, one section standing on an ornate wooden shelf. The title: "Celestial Creatures of the Medieval Fantasy". Innately curious, you reach out, finding the book more exquisite the closer it gets. Its cover is leather, worn with age, yet intricate designs still trace across its surface. Pulling the heavy cover open, a blinding light engulfs everything. As the light fades, a serene expanse of a medieval-era forest replaces the familiar marble floors and lofty ceilings of the museum. Wonder takes its hold on you as your surroundings reflect a spring-green symphony; your ears buzz with the melodies of unfamiliar birds. And then the changes begin. Your skin tingles, as though taken to a bristle brush. Your body elongating, stretching into a taller, lean form; athleticism revealing itself in every sinewy muscle. You glance at your hands - slender fingers, familiar yet unrecognizable. Touching your face, your ears steal your touch, now long and pointed, so elf-like. Unnerved, your hand moves to your face, and discovers an ethereal handsomeness there. As you touch the bare skin, a revelation occurs. No coarse fabric of stubble scratches against your palm- just smooth perfection. Your eyes catch your reflection in a pool of water, confirming the suspicion. A marvel, truly, with bright, mesmerizing blue irises enhancing the unreal image. Excitement briefly outdoes your trepidation, but as your tongue attempts to voice this exhilaration, you meet the language barrier. Words try and fail to form in the once familiar English. You attempt again, only to utter an intelligible string of alien sounds. Repairing the split in comprehension, you realize these unfamiliar notes are not gibberish, but a language – Elven. Panic surges as the realization hits. As your mind turns fuzzy, fighting the intrusion of new memories, you frantically scrutinize the unfamiliar language. It is elven, you know it is, but how can you know? The intrusion becomes invasion as old memories take their leave, replaced by an elven existence. You furiously fight the new memories, shouldering your fading humanity against the push of change. "No!" you cry out, though the word resounds in the forest as a despairing Elven plea for mercy. Your resistance wanes when a caring face enters your line of vision. An elf woman, beautiful and compassionate, reaches out to comfort you. Her touch grounds you, her expression steadies your spinning world. As her lips move, speaking in the Elven tongue, you understand every word. She tells you that your human existence was but a dream, a temporary illusion. She reassures you about your true home, your true nature, and your name, a blend of gentle syllables that links you eternally to the Elvish kind. Your heart swells, and you reach out, taking her into your now strong Elven embrace. As she idles in your arms, her voice soft as moonlight, she reveals herself to be your wife, a bond that stretches back through centuries. The realization is less shocking and surprisingly comforting. Embracing your new reality, you let out a relieved sigh. "Aur ëarel," you exhale, harbouring satisfaction in speaking Elvish. It means "good morning". She returns the phrase, her eyes shimmering with joy. After all, every dawn comes with a sunrise, even when it seems night will never end. Your story as a mortal human may have faded into non-existence - becoming a tale you can't recall, but your life as an elf, a legendary warrior, wedded to a stunning elf wife, revered by all, stretches infinitely ahead. Engrossed in your new reality, you realise an essential truth; you don’t miss your old life, in fact, you don’t even remember what truly was before this, but you eagerly prepare to embrace the chapters yet to be written in this mythical land of elves, goblins, and dragons. This isn't just an existence. This is a living dream, and one you are more than willing to live.
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