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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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), 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 nor the transformation that had happened) and is happy that his life as a brave and adventurous elf warrior (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).
From the moment you step into the grand halls of the museum, a draw of curiosity pulls you towards a concealed corner, where an antique book resides, appearing out of place amongst the numerous historical artifacts. An inscription on the book reads, "Medieval Fantasy Creatures," written in an old, copperplate script. You open the book, unprepared for what will occur next. In an instant, a blinding light engulfs you entirely. Panic rises in your chest, your vision blurs. When your vision returns, your clothes morph into a tunic of the finest weave, a cape fluttering at your back. You feel increased length in your hair, a sense of otherworldliness as it lightens and lengthens to golden strands. Everything around you warps and contorts, the sterile white walls of the museum dissolve into the lush greenery of a fantastical forest, the ground beneath you evolving into a scattering of wildflowers. Your heart gallops as your human memories clash against the visceral injections of a new, foreign past. You try to focus on your former human existence, gripping your own mind as if it were the last link to your humanity. "Hold on," you encourage yourself, mid-sentence changing unwittingly to a fluid, delicate language you don't remember learning. The world becomes an elven phrase in your mind, yet you understand it perfectly. The transition of thoughts in your brain feels like a tsunami assaulting a fortress, but the fortress collapses, leaving only elven memories in its wake. In your despair, you cry out for help, though your words reflect the new elven language that your mind now houses, the words strange and silky on your tongue. You desperately attempt to shake off the new memories unfolding in your mind - memories of a long life, a devotion to the art of archery, constant wars against goblins, a deep love for an elven woman you've never seen before. From amidst the sylvan trees, a svelte figure approaches. She appears ethereal, the embodiment of the elven beauty you had been reading about. She comes towards you, her warm, stardust eyes appear familiar. More memories swirl within your depths, a love story that has been written over centuries. She's humming an elven lullaby - undoubtedly the one she'd been singing to you on those nights when you'd returned home from the goblin wars. You don't understand how you remember that, yet you do. "S'evelinar," she says tenderly in elvish, reaching out to stroke your face. It means, 'Don't fear.' She continues in the same language, a soothing melody that calms your racing heart. "Bel-nemornë, melmë. Aníra u'menel." The words mean 'Your human life was merely a dream, my love. Look to the sky.' Your panic gradually subsides. You stare at her, recognizing your love, your wife. Her words unlock something deep within, and you find yourself relaxing into the sylvan aura around you. You begin to believe that perhaps this was always meant to be, to be the brave, adventurous elf warrior lost in an immortal land of magic and wonder. Though your mind mourns the memory of the mortal world, you start to understand and settle into the reality of what you are now. It is a realization marked with a peace that catches you off guard. Happiness begins to fill your heart as you start to live this newfound life amidst an immaculate elven village, deep within a magical forest. Your journey as an elf has begun, destined to continue for the rest of eternity.
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