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Question: Write a 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), 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), 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. 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).
At the museum, your attention is drawn to an ancient book. It's nestled amongst other artefacts in a glass-protected exhibit, its cover depicting mythical creatures that look masterfully crafted. The title of the book, `The Age of Ancient Fantasies', is etched in bold letters. You're granted special permission to peruse the book, courtesy of your recent history degree, which you're eager to put to good use. As your fingers hover to open it, something strange occurs. The pages beneath your touch begin flipping rapidly - back and forth - as if the book is alive. The exhibition room fills abruptly with a blinding light stemming from the book. It engulfs your surroundings, making you squint and shield your eyes. As the intensity of light wanes, you feel a stinging sensation prickling at points over your body, especially your ears which feel sharp and elongated - the first signs of your impending transformation. With each passing second, the world around you starts to blur, making you feel dizzy and warped. Your body feels different. The average-built physique you'd once held is ebbing away. In its place, a lean, athletic body flourishes - a body fitting for an agile elf. You run your hands down, feeling the expensive fabric of a tunic and then harder leather of gloves. There's a sudden weight bending your shoulders backward —a quiver— filled with arrows and a bow. As you glance towards your distorted reflection in the glass exhibit, you can't recognise yourself anymore. Your reflection's face is handsome, ethereal with a hint of blonde hair cascading down. You take a moment to marvel at your new appearance; your perfectly pale skin, startlingly beautiful blue eyes. A wave of memories wash over you; memories that are not yours. These are memories of magic, the supernatural, and bizarre tales of goblins and dragons. Words in a new language start swimming in your mind, replacing your once fluent English. You struggle to retain your grasp over your language, your memories, and your identity that's being ripped from your grip. You scream, in a language foreign to your ears yet also recognisable. *"Aneth ara!"* - Help me! Pain laces your cry, the gut-wrenching realisation that you're losing yourself to this unknown world. But to your surprise, another voice responds, tender and calming in the alien words that your mind now understands. *"Lle naa haran e' nausalle."* - You are home in my heart. The voice belongs to an adult female elf - her features strikingly similar to your new elf look. She's there with a soft, comforting smile and waits for you to take in your new surroundings, the wooded meadow and her nearby elven village. She whispers into your pointed ears, *"Amin mela lle,"* - I love you. Her words imply familiarity, the kind of warmth shared only between long-time companions. She tenderly grabs your gloved hand and whispers assurances meant to ease your anxiety. She soothes you with an elven lullaby, a melody so familiar yet strange. Its rhythm stirs a flood of emotions, reminding you of a love you have witnessed in another lifetime. Your wife, she's always been your wife. With her guiding words, she convinces you of a truth that is now your reality. The whirlwind of panic begins to settle as you allow these new memories to cement into your mind. You are no longer an average human but an ageless elf life - your true life. The memories of archery training, battles against goblins, and your wedding with your elf wife become distinct, as if they've always been a part of your life. Your wife's loving words continue to calm you, her eyes meeting your transformed gaze. In her presence, your fear dissipates. Being an elf warrior, admired and respected by all, with your loving wife by your side in a world filled with magic - this is your destiny, your reality. Life as an average human was but a dream, and being an elf was always your true identity.
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