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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 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, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago, as well as having his companions who follow him, and he himself guided and supported by the gods) 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).
Stepping through the echoing halls of the ancient museum, you're drawn in by the mythical soft glow of an obscure exhibit tucked away in the corner. Your curious eyes land on a quaint, leather-bound book nestled amongst the historical artifacts plastered with tales of chimerical creatures of yesteryears. An urge takes over you to leaf through it, uncovering one fantastical creature after the other until you stumble upon a page dedicated to graceful and majestic beings - Elves. As your fingertips run over the intricate Elvish script, a blinding light engulfs you, the words pulsating with an unfamiliar energy that sweeps through your being. You feel the sensation of your clothes changing - a tunic wrapping around your chest, pants snug around your legs tucked neatly into long boots, a cape draped over your shoulders, and leather gloves clasping your hands. There's a gentle weight being added to your frame, a quiver, a bow, and arrows have now been strapped around you. Your ears tingle, becoming elongated and pointy, your skin drinks in the chill around you, painting itself a luminous shade of pale. You run your now gloved hands over your face, feeling the blank canvas where your facial hair once resided. Yet, the eyelashes and eyebrows are still there but with a touch of golden blonde. A sensation of lean strength courses through your limbs as your body becomes athletic and nimble. A strange coldness strikes you as you clutch your head - it's a fierce torrent of images, memories, and skills being imprinted. You no longer see your reflection in the polished steel of your new equipment, but of an ethereal-looking elf with beautiful blue irises and long blonde hair. The fear of forgetting who you were starts tugging at your heartstrings; your rationality clings to your humanity as the Elven language infiltrates your mind. Your English words transpose into resplendent Elvish mid-sentence, your plea for help to your family and friends transforming into incoherent cries of, "Ernil nin!" - "My Prince!" In vain, you shake your head, screaming and crying, but soon your resistance crumbles under the oppressive advancement of your new identity. Friends, family, modern notion of evolution - all become foreign. Yet, oddly, the barrage of new memories feel oddly... right, real, a lifetime of immortality dawned upon you. Suddenly, a gentle touch graces your hand, drawing you out of your turmoil. An ethereal female elf stands before you, her eyes laced with understanding and eternal love. "Ai na lú mellon?" - "Are you okay, my friend?" She envelopes you into a comforting embrace, singing a lullaby, "Nai anor caluva tielyanna. Uireb." - "May the sun shine on your path. Rest." Her soft voice resonates within, coaxing your resisting psyche, whispering that your human life was nothing but a dream. She told you to remember your life as an elf, and a sudden realization struck you. The woman comforting you, she's your loving wife. A wave of relief washes over you; it feels right to forget your life as a human. Your previous life starts to blur and fade away, you acknowledge this foreign reality as your own. The final traces of your human consciousness disappear, you now see the world as an elf - a brave and faithful warrior, blessed by the gods, revered by friends, and loved by your wife. The turmoil within soothes, the world around you somehow makes sense. Happy and content, you embrace your newfound reality, making peace with being an eternal Elven warrior. You are home.
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