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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an 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), orcs (also the elves' archnemesis), 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 and orcs, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a brave, smart, adventurous, faithful, and 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, 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, 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 (he is truly happy about being with his elven wife and is affectionate towards her, even promising to always be there for her), as well as having his loyal companions who follow him (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 intentionally transformed the reader into a heroic elf warrior in order to create a hero for the fantasy realm) 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).
You had always imagined that a casual visit to the local museum's historical book section could possibly reshape your day, enhance your knowledge, even increase your appreciation for literature, but you never fathomed that it could literally reshape you—transform your very existence into something from a far-flung, fantastical realm. After all, you were simply a man, merely mortal, with a commonplace life on Earth. It all began when you picked up a fascinating tome. It was old, the pages slightly yellowed with age and filled with elaborate illustrations of fantastical creatures of all sorts, elves and goblins and dragons. You felt an inexplicable pull, a magnetism so peculiar that if not for the impalpable thread twisting around your curiosity, it would have seemed an ordinary book. As soon as you cracked open the cover, a sudden and dazzling light enveloped you completely. As your eyes adjusted to the brilliant illuminations, you felt an oscillation underneath your skin, a transformative flow, altering your body, restructuring your physique. Your body was shedding away its former human-built structure. To your utter astonishnement, you found yourself growing taller, leaner, your body filling with an ethereal grace and athleticism unseen on Earth. You peered down your reshaping body and saw clothes shifting, normal jeans and shirt replaced by an elegant elven tunic, pants, and long boots that looked as if they were tailored for a warrior elf of the grandest order. Your ears, they were elongating, arching into a fine point. You found your face in the glass of a display case - youthful, handsome as if touched by celestial brushes, the oncoming amnesia stripping away the facial hair save for your blonde eyebrows and eyelashes as your hair lengthened into a cascade of golden threads. As your physical transformation took hold, an internal metamorphosis began to initiate its course. Your English mid-sentence was replaced by an unfamiliar language that rolled off your tongue with surprising fluency, a language only of the elves. You tried to protest, to object to this alien strangeness invading your identity, appealing to fade away memories of your mortal existence. "Bîdh velled, a helî betho" (Please stop, I don't understand), you wailed out in horror, instinctively reaching out to memories and language, now fading like the last embers of a dying fire. Out of nowhere, a soothing voice broke through your panic. Knelling an elven lullaby, "Híril ú-menu, bain nîn, cuio mae” (Fear not my husband, my love, it will be alright). A female elf, beautiful as the dawn of first light came into view. Unbeknownst to you, this lady was the one who orchestrated the magic within the tome, the love of your elven life, Drilwen. As her soft, pale hands gently clasped yours, you felt her touch so familiar, so comforting. Even as the human part of you screamed and protested, a part of you, the elven you, felt right, felt tranquil. Her words danced like a whirlwind in your ears, comforting reassurances that overcame your mortal protestations. "Tapadh leat, guidwife" (Thank you, wife), you found yourself responding, smiling through impending tears. Drilwen's smile was filled with understanding and triumph, "Nûr na lû, mellon nîn" (Now and always, my friend), she whispered with a smile. Therein your human mind and memory faded, replaced by centuries' worth of elven lore, tradition, and memories. The village where you hailed from as an elf stared back at you, an image of peace, tranquility, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of your past human life. And so, as you stood there, a perfect and unerring memory of elven existence unfolded. The centuries-long battle against goblins and orcs, your skill as an archer, your marriage with Drilwen, all were as clear as a crystal spring. You felt it, the tug of familiarity, the knowledge that had confused you seconds earlier now made complete sense. Yet oddly, the concept of having been human seemed an amusing fantasy to you. "Nae lle creoso" (Could you believe that?), you laughed at the thought of ever being a mortal, looking at Drilwen, glad that the life you spent alone was only a dream after all. Little did you realize that your journey as an elven warrior had just begun, or that you had placed your first foot on a much larger, fantastical realm. Little did you know, you had become a story of the fantastical not just in ink and parchment but in bone and spirit, forever an elf.
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