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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 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. 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 are standing in front of a grand museum, its regal columns gleaming in the afternoon sun. You walk through its massive doors holding endless tales from ancient times. Vast arrays of artifacts and antiquities lie before your eyes and your heart flutters with excitement. You make your way through the forest of displays until you come across an old book, resting on a velvet-covered pedestal. It’s so exquisite; its pages crumpled and yellowed by time. Feeling drawn to it, you reach out and gently open the cover. Suddenly, a blinding light engulfs you. The world you knew is fading away, overwritten by new, but strangely familiar surroundings. Your journey begins. The light recedes and you feel horribly unsteady. Looking down, you witness the transformation taking place. You watch, disconcerted, as the transformation extends upwards, changing your plain clothes into a tunic, medieval-styled pants tucked neatly into long boots and a flowing cape draping over your shoulder. You feel heavy leather gloves form around your hands and archery equipment strap onto your back. You inspect your hands, lean and strong, then pull a strand of now blonde hair down in front of your eyes. Your fingers brush against long, elfin ears and you gasp, bringing a gloved hand up to touch your face; it's changed as well; delicate, handsome, no trace of your facial hair except for your eyebrows and eyelashes. In a reflective surface you catch a glimpse of your eyes - they’re glowing in the most beautiful shade of blue. Looking around, you realize you're standing in a verdant meadow. The sounds of a familiarly foreign language reach your ears and fear wavers in your heart; the words you knew disappear from your mind, replacing themselves with this new elven language. "No, no, no, I can't... I need to--!“ you stumble mid-sentence as English fails, words you don’t understand filling your mouth. "Le melin, amin mela lle!" Tears are streaming down your face and terror is clenching your heart. Memories flood your mind, but these aren't yours, these are the memories of a life you don't recall. You attempt to fight them off, desperately clinging onto what's yours, but despite your best efforts, it's a losing battle. A woman approaches you, her long, golden hair swaying in the forest breeze. Her voice is soothing as she speaks to you. “Calma, meleth,” she says, “amin saesa lle." Stay calm, my love, I miss you. Your heart recognizes her words and your soul recognizes the speaker. Every fiber of you fights against the thought, but acceptance slowly creeps into your heart. The reality is overpowering, and soon a different identity asserts itself. You find yourself thinking: my name... It's not what I remembered. It's... it's... "Thalion," the woman says, a soft smile on her face. Yes, Thalion. That's my name. In her emerald eyes, you find a piece of your new identity - she who has loved you, cared for you. This woman, your wife. "Na lle sin'o eyema?" she asks. Are you finally back? “Yes, melamin...I am back,” you answer, the words coming naturally. A part of you still wonders how you know them. As she embraces you, you feel a warmth spread through your body. Your past life as a human seems like a dream, something unreal and far away. This life, you realize, is your true life, the life of a brave and faithful elven warrior named Thalion. Welcome home.
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