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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a long flowing 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 (the reader's voice becomes a beautifully-sounding male elf's voice 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, 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 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 (she's 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 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, 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. 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).
The museum was cool, the smooth marble floors a relief from the midday heat outside. You had finally had the opportunity to visit the exhibit you'd been intrigued by for weeks, an exhibit dedicated to myths and folklore from around the world. Your eyes gravitated towards a faltering old book, titled, "The Mystic Realms of Elvendom." You reach for it, fingers grazing the dust-covered leather cover; as if propelled by a force of its own, it opens, a blinding light engulfs you, seeping into your flesh, bones, and soul. Then, darkness. You awaken not to the quietness of a museum, but a serene verdant forest. The transformation begins where an ordinary life once resided. Your figure, once stocky and filled-out, slims to an athletic build, like the elves described in many a fantasy book. Your head throbs, and you reach up to find your ears now pointed. Your attire has transmuted, a tunic clothing your torso, and your trousers morphed to medieval fashion, tucked into riding boots. A bow, arrows, and a quiver appear strapped around you, the weight surprisingly comfortable. A cape has settled around your shoulder, flowing down your new lean frame. Your face reflects in a nearby stream's clear water: handsome, ethereal. Your eyebrows and eyelashes remain, but your facial hair has all but vanished. Blonde tresses cascade down past your shoulders. Your eyes - a brilliant blue - shimmer unnaturally. Somehow, it all looks...right. Your mouth opens, intending an exclamation of bewilderment, but the words that spill out are not English, but a sweet, flowing language, a language of the elves. Your heart races with panic; your old life is slipping away, your mind succumbing to an invasive ethereal force. Words in your once-native tongue elude you; you try to recall your family, friends, to scream out for help. But elven words tumble out, a language you shouldn't know, yet, know so perfectly well. The overlays of memories seem to drown the old ones out – centuries of living, laughter, sorrow, and love – woven with the familiar threads of an unknown elven life. Tears well in your eyes - you don't want to forget your memories as a human, and you shake your head as hard as you can, but the elven memories persist. A soft touch graces your arm; you spin around to come face to face with a female elf. Her eyes, a serene blend of green and blue, gleam with compassion. She murmurs to you, a soothing lyric whispering through the trees. She sings, the elven words harmonize with the forest's gentle melody. "Lairelindë, sinomë ve quanta ar tai, Sina quanta nauva yo ten- Et Eru i onooná." (Daydream, here is forever and now, This forever will be our time- Under the One who gave us life.) With a heartfelt smile, she cups your face in her hands, clears away the tears with a thumb, and whispers the soaring truth: "Your human life, it was nay a reality, dearest. It was but a dream." She leans in, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss full of affection and shared love, and somehow, in the abyss of your mind...you recognize her. The elf woman before you is your wife. And as your gaze locks with hers, for the first time in what feels like forever, you recall your name in this reality. It’s not the name you used to know...it is an elven one. The new memories – those of love, countless wars against goblins, archery training, centuries of immortal elven life – make your heart swell. The woman pulling you into her welcoming embrace is yours, and you are hers. Though your heart aches for a fading, forgotten past, something within you is glad to leave the mundane, mortal human existence behind for an adventurous life filled with romance, battles, and myths made manifest. After all, the life you knew as a human might have seemed ordinary. But, in this realm, you are extraordinary – a brave, smart, adventurous, faithful, immortal elf warrior.
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