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Question: Write a 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), 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).
You're walking through the historical exhibits of the local museum, enjoying the displays of ancient objects. Something catches your eye. It's an old, beautifully bound book; the aged pages are filled with ink-drawn images of medieval fantasy creatures and elaborate, ornate writing. All at once, curiosity overwhelms you, and you find yourself gingerly flipping open the cover. As soon as the book opens, a blinding light engulfs you. You squeezed your eyes shut against the searing brightness, the crisp smell of aged parchment suddenly replaced by the woody scent of nature. When you opened your eyes, your clothing has altered. You now wore a tunic, a long flowing cape sweeps the ground behind you, and your pants, medieval-styled, are neatly tucked underneath long boots. You feel the leather of gloves wrapping around your hands. A dead weight budges you as you noticed the quiver, bow, and arrows strapped around you. Touching your ears, you find them elongated, pointing skyward. Your body feels lighter, yet invigorated, the once average build now lean and athletic. Checking your reflection in a nearby pool of water, you see a handsome, ethereal-looking face staring back. No facial hairs adorn your lower face, and your usually mundane hair is replaced by golden blonde waves cascading down your back. But it doesn't stop there. Your language begins shifting, and the English language liquefies in your tongue and an alien, yet familiar language fills your mouth. "Quén naa ennas?" you found yourself asking quite out of the blue. The words foreign yet familiar to your ears. The translation simply falls into your mind: "What is happening?" Fear creeps into your heart as English swiftly escapes your understanding and everything around unfolds in a language you never learned, yet now magically understand. Your mind races, trying desperately to hold onto your identity, your past, your language. Deep in your terror, you scream out, garbled words of English and Elvish mixed in a terrifying cocktail. Suddenly, a soothing presence sweeps over you. A woman, beautiful and ethereal like you, comes forth from the forest, her words flowing in the musical Elvish tongue. “Lye naa esselya, melamin. Nan lye an náre naa yén lya,” she coos, eyes sparkling with a comforting warmth. (You are my love, my beloved. For you, it’s only been a single day.) Her gentle arms wrap around you, holding you close as she sings a lullaby, her voice like a calming breeze. "Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier. Mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva," (Years have passed like swift draughts. In the high halls, beyond the West.) Despite your inner turmoil, her words start to make sense, feel real. The woman, your wife, you remembered. You remember the shared laughter, shared joys, the endless love. She maintains that your past was just a slept dream, reinforcing that your true life has always been here, in this fantastical world. As you glance into her eyes once more, your human past seems even more distant—just an ephemeral haze. Your heart swells with genuine happiness, memories flooding your mind, of a brave, loving elf you are. Your mortal life, your humanity, all falseness fades and you embrace your real identity, happily realizing that you, indeed, are an Elf, created and nurtured by fantastic deities. You accepted this reality happily, immersing yourself in Elvish language, your wife’s soothing voice, your true and only life. The music, the magic, the charm - everything made sense because that was your birthright. As the transformation progressed and became permanent, you're no longer terrified, just curious. Little by little, you explore your new world and role, an elf living amongst his kin, in the woodlands, and under the protection of your majestic gods.
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