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Question: Write a 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, 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 (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. 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, 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 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).
Upon your arrival at the aging museum, curiosity draws your attention towards a corner resplendent with golden trimmed books and artifacts. Among them, a book catches your eye. The cover is equipped with intricate designs depicting scenes of mythical creatures and battles of yore. Picking it up, you carefully thumb the book open, and even before your eyes blink, a blinding light engulfs you. A sensation unlike ever before surges through your body, as unfamiliar yet exciting changes begin. Your stomach lurches and your body contorts, growing leaner, taller. The mundane clothing you once wore transform into a well-tailored medieval elven tunic. A sturdy, leather belt cinches around your waist while a grand, flowing cape billows at your back. Your pants and boots seem to ebb into a medieval style, and gloves fit snugly over your hands. Upon your back sits a quiver, filled to the brim with arrows and a finely crafted bow. As sudden as the physical changes, your face starts to reshape. Feeling the surface, you notice a finer, more handsome contour. A hand absentmindedly travels to your ears, which are now long and pointed. Your skin pales like the silver moon, and when you open your eyes, you find yourself staring at beautifully blue irises reflected in a nearby stream. Your hair, once dull, is now shimmering and blonde, billowing down to your shoulders in gorgeous waves. Your voice, when you muster the strength to speak, is mellifluous, akin to harmonious melodies of nature. But as you speak, panic seizes you. The words slipping past your lips are not in English. Not English, but an elven language. You try to repeat in English, to revert to what was familiar, but it's a futile endeavor. Elven words continue to flow, smooth as honey and as natural as breathing. Your mind grows hazy, memories of your prior life fading, dissolving like mist at the crack of dawn. Despite your desperate attempts, wailing out to your friends and family in the now alien-seeming English, the reality that you once knew crumbles. Instead, vibrant narratives fill your mind. You see a life filled with archery lessons, battles against goblins, and a beautiful elven woman. Your heartfelt pleas begin to fade into soft sobs until you sense a gentle presence nearing you. A feminine form, unnaturally beautiful with golden hair and sapphire eyes, approaches you. Her soft voice enriches your ears with comforting elven words, "Elen suilon, melonamin. Amin mela lle," (I greet you, my love. I love you). Despite your disoriented state, you understand her perfectly. She is your life partner, your elven wife, comforting you, assuring your trembling mind that your former human existence was not real. It was just a dream. Momentarily dazed, you realize the ever-growing bond that tethers you to her. With every heartbeat, your old life fades farther and farther into oblivion, and you embrace your true elven identity. You murmur your assent to her, feeling relief as you accept your destiny. As your human reality shreds into an illusion, a single thought crystalizes into certainty - you are an elf, the brave, faithful warrior of the enchanted woodlands, living a life kissed by immortality. Eternally tethered to the realms of fantasy, you stand tall besides your elven wife, peering beyond into the stretches of lush woods that make up your home. Your life as a human is now a forgotten memory, replaced by your truthful existence as an elven warrior, an existence that you had begun to love. From then on, you are known by your elven name, a name that resonates harmoniously with your soul. Echoing through the woodland, you proclaim gratefully, "Amin naa an elven warrior. Amin naa here." (I am an elven warrior. I am home.)
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