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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 cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, 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), 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 and only remember being an elf). 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 losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as completely forgetting his previous language, 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 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 to remember who he really is (an elf), 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), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) and is happy that his life as an elf (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. 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 enter the dusty, grand museum; dimly lit and filled to the brim with age-old books and artifacts. Your fingers trace the spines of many a tome, stopping at a thick, leather-bound book about medieval fantasy creatures. Uncertain, yet intrigued, you pull the elder book into your hands and open its ornate cover. The moment your fingers touch the yellowed pages, a blinding light engulfs you. An unknown force pulls you into the light, which lessens as you start to make out your new surroundings - a forest marked by towering trees and vibrant foliage, distinctly unlike any Earthly forest. Your body feels different, lighter and more agile. Looking below, you find yourself clad in an meticulously tailored tunic atop medieval-styled pants, neatly tucked into long boots. You feel supple leather gloves now grace your once bare hands. Reflexively your fingers reach to your ears, only to be met with soft, pointed tips. A sense of alarm ripples through you as the reality of the situation starts to sink in. You attempt to call out, the familiar structure of English morphing into an elven tongue halfway through your panic-filled shout. You don't comprehend how you understand this new language – only that you do. This terrifies you; your memories, your human life is slipping away, being replaced by new, elven ones. You want to fight it, to hold onto your original identity and memories, yet your cries of protest fall in elvin words you never knew you knew. You instinctively reach out for your family, friends – anyone familiar, anyone human. But your struggles are futile; your words are drowned in the shift of reality around you. The transition is overwhelming and horrifying. Yet amongst the grief and confusion, an elven figure appears. She is beautiful, her enchanting blue eyes meeting yours with a soft, heartachingly familiar gaze. In you, it brings a sense of calm, a sense of safety. She steps close and wraps her arms around you, speaking to you in her melodic tongue. "Visse, elea," she says, her voice soothing like a lullaby. (Quiet, beloved) You feel a site of profound connection to this elf. Her presence seems to call out to parts of you that you didn't know existed. Tears welling in your eyes, she gently wipes them away and her lips meet yours in a deep, sincere kiss. "Im nar laurëamin, gleina naa tanya rato." (I am your light, trust in that truth) In her arms, you find a strange peace washing over you, even as the last remnants of your human memories seep away. The grief of the loss succumbs to a faint relief. Finally, you remember her, your elf wife, who was once a stranger now becomes your eternally familiar heart's home. In her embrace, you cease to resist the transformation. A strange sense of gratitude fills you, a sense of having returned to a life truly your own. You are not aware of it but, a small smile forms on your lip. As an elf, you understand all too well now, that the world of humans was ultimately less real than this - your immortal and ever-youthful life among the mystical creatures, your war against the goblins, your memories of the humans swiftly become meaningless. This is where you belong; as an elf, complete with a fantasies tale of love, war, and undying fairy-tales, reality as you now know it and embrace, to be in the mythical embrace of the eternal Elven World.
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