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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, 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), 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, 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/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 had now completely forgotten), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a 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) 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 unaware that his former life and his transformation into an elf had ever happened, 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. 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).
Your eyes linger on an old book, an ancient leather-bound tome displaying images of mythical creatures, gleaming and untouched in the museum display. An itch of curiosity compels you, slipping it open carefully to uncover its secrets. Suddenly, a blinding light engulfs you. Scattered colors coalesce into views you've only witnessed in storybooks. A wooden meadow stretches before you, punctuated by crystalline streams and every shade of green imaginable. You feel the breeze whispering through the towering trees, causing ripples of chill to march across your skin. You stare down at your now soft, creamy, and completely hairless hands, as light as porcelain. But there is strength in the new angular grace of your limbs; a lean, muscular quality that makes you feel capable and sturdy like a willow bent in the wind. Your heart thrums faster, the beat echoing in long, pointy ears that flicker with every sound. Your hair has loosened into cascades of gold, rippling down your chest under the loose fit of your medieval tunic. Medieval-styled pants are neatly tucked underneath a pair of long boots, a leather belt pulls the tunic into place, a long cape flowing behind you. A quiver, bow, and arrows are a comforting weight strapped to your side. On instinct, you touch your face, finding it smooth and angular, handsome in an ethereal way. Your familiar stubble is gone, replaced with smooth, flawless skin. As if caught in the reflection of the sky, your eyes echo the hue of a beautiful summer's day. "Naa lle merna tu?" A melodious voice surrounds you, the woman's words twisting in your mind. Trying to grasp their meaning, you open your mouth to reply, prepared with an English phrase, only to falter when foreign words tumble out. "Amin merna tu. Man sa lle merna?" You try to fight against the words, trying to comprehend the shift. Panic crawls on your skin. You call out to your family… or... you try, but your voice is lost in an elven song. It feels as though a torrent is washing over your mind—a surge of memories that are not yours. You witness battles against goblins, feel the cool forest under your feet as you run with grace and speed. You remember archery skills that have been honed over centuries, and the scent of your elven wife, her laughter echoing in your memories. Fear constricts your chest, a plea for your human life dying in your throat, and you try to shake your head to clear the invading memories, only for them to grow stronger. As if to fight against the change, your mind grasps onto its last vestiges of humanity– but they slip away, like trying to hold water in your hands. Lost, you find comfort in an approaching figure, a beautifully ethereal female elf. She gathers you into a comforting embrace, her hands, soft like petals, wipe away the tears streaming down your face. Her melodious voice sends gentle waves of warmth into your heart, her song resonating within your soul: "Ho naa coiarya yassen anlya, Nettie nai re eleni seere." As she sings this Elven lullaby, song of dusk and dawn, whispering tales of your brave existence and heroic deeds, you feel your panic recede. Your heart recognizes her touch, her scent, her voice - she is your beloved, your guide, your wife. She tells you that your human life was merely an illusion, a dream, and that your true existence lies here, in this eternal immortality of elven harmony. Your heart expands in your chest, consuming the love and happiness surrounding you, filling you with a sense of rightness that radiates throughout your body. The idea of having lived as a human before seems so foreign, so unreal, that you barely acknowledge the whisper of its existence. This, right now, with an elven song resonating within your heart, and the love of an elven wife in your arms, it is the reality you accept with open arms. You embrace your transformation, ready for a life that has always been waiting; an endless journey as an Elvish warrior.
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