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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, 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), 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), 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 and only remember being an elf). 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 losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as completely forgetting his previous language, 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 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 who he really is (an elf), also speaking in elven language, 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), 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 nor the transformation that had happened) and is happy that his life as an elf (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true 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, 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).
You find yourself stepping into the museum, drawn in by the allure of historical artifacts and tales of old. As you navigate the hushed corridors, your eyes are drawn to an ancient tome nestled amongst the myriad other relics. As you approach, you make out the title, 'The Chronicles of Mythical Creatures'. A thrill tingles through your veins; you love fantasy. Picking up the book, you carefully turn its worn pages. Suddenly, you're taken aback as a white light engulfs it, shooting straight into your eyes. A rush of energy surges through you, and the world seems to lose focus as everything blurs into nothingness. When your vision clears, you find yourself standing in a lush meadow in front of a towering forest. You're wearing an emerald-green tunic, a dark cape draped elegantly over your shoulders. Your gloved hands rest on the pommel of a silver longsword at your side. As you reach up and touch your ears, you feel them refined and pointed. Panic seizes. You instinctively look down at your reflection in a clear pool of water near you. Your reflection shows an ethereal-looking face, long blonde hair tumbling over slim, young shoulders, framing an almond-shaped face with striking blue eyes. Your skin has turned an enigmatic shade of pale, gleaming in the early morning sun. Your new vestments are of a cuirass, medieval-styled trousers neatly tucked underneath knee-high leather boots. Meanwhile, your ability to perceive the world has undergone incomprehensible changes. You feel a life force from the trees, the energy humming in the very air. You are forever young, unable to age or die. Fear grips you as you notice strange words forming in your mind. "Amin mela lle," you manage to utter. I love you–the meaning unfurls in your mind, though you'd never heard this language before. As you try to call for help in English, you falter. You utter something in this strange elven language- "Amin sinta lle!" I need you! Tears blur your vision as your memories seem to fade, replaced by alien memories of a life you never lived – a long feud against goblins, a fond love for a woman... an elven woman. Your attempts to fight back only lead to confusion and despair. Suddenly, you notice a figure approaching through the dreamlike mist, her long golden hair glowing in the ethereal light. Her eyes meet yours, and a soft smile lifts her lips. "Mela en' coiamin," she says, her voice ringing like music in your ears. My love, my life. Her fingers wrap in yours, offering comfort against your inner turmoil. You watch her as she sobs with relief, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You fall short on breath, her scent filling you with an unfamiliar sense of solace. As she sings an elven lullaby, each note stirs long-lost memories. Even as you recognize the song, it becomes apparent that the woman before you is your wife. You've always known her. "You were dreaming, mela en' coiamin," she whispers, her blue eyes full of understanding. Your human life was a dream, a fabrication. You're an elf, a noble creature of this world. Her words comfort you, lull you into a sense of relief. You've always been an elf. With that realization, a sense of calm washes over you. As she pulls you into an embrace, your heart beats in unison with hers, as if it always has. Suddenly, your past life as a human seems like a dream. As you gaze out into the new world around you, one filled with wonder, magic, and boundless love, you feel a sense of peace. The tumultuous transformation was worth it, after all. As you take in your new reality, one thought replaces all your confusion and panic: 'I am happy here.' You really are.
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