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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, 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 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 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).
Entering the quiet sanctuary that was the city museum, you've always enjoyed the exhibits and historical artifacts, the stories and tales of the past being something that captured your imagination. It was during such a visit that you stumble upon a weathered book. Its cover was embossed with strange illustrations of mythical and fantastical creatures. Intrigued, you curiously opened the book. As soon as you did, a sudden, blinding light engulfed you. A strange feeling began to envelop your being, as you felt your body changing. As you inspected yourself, you noticed your clothes had changed into that of a tunic, a cape, medieval-styled pants, and long boots. Even your hands were mysteriously covered with leather gloves. Your physique felt different, leaner but athletic, and strangely enhanced. As you passed your hands over your face and hair, you felt a pair of pointy ears, smooth skin devoid of any facial hair, silky long blonde hair flowing over your shoulders. While you were still processing these physical changes, you felt a more striking shift inside your mind. Your mental narrative was interrupted by the incursion of a new language, replacing the familiar English you had always known. You opened your mouth to call for help, but the words that left your lips were unfamiliar and strange, yet you could comprehend them perfectly. The transformation seemed to go beyond your physical form and language. Memories not yours, a tide of unfamiliar experiences and recollections, rushing into your consciousness. Panic surged and you clamped your hands on your temples, the strain of resisting the incoming memories visible on your face. Everything was happening too fast as this new reality, a medieval world filled with mythical creatures replacing the world you knew. Desperate, you tried to remember your former life as a human, reaching for the fading memories, but it felt as if they were quickly slipping away like sand through your fingers. You looked around frantically for any signs of your old life. In sheer desperation, you screamed, the sound foreign in your new language, "Hari gari! Nalatoc!" ("Help me! Please!") Suddenly, a gentle voice whispered into your ear, in the same melodic language, "Melamin, nalyë sina remmanya lye." ("My love, you're going through this because it's who we are.") A woman, an elf, was embracing you in her comforting arms. Her soothing voice was more effective than any force you could resist, decisively dismantling your defenses. An affectionate kiss, a soft lullaby, the gentle reassurance in her bright blue eyes, all these worked in tandem to lull you into accepting your new reality. Finally, the remnants of the struggle subsided. You felt at peace and at home. The woman, you realized, was your wife, so familiar yet so foreign a few moments ago. A sense of overwhelming relief washed over you, a deep understanding that everything until this moment had been a dream. "Garien?" you heard her voice calling, your elven name. Embracing your newfound identity, you smiled at her, whispering, "Yës, melamin. Nalyë ná sina." ("Yes, my love. I am this.") And indeed, you were. An elf, forever youthful, immortal, in the midst of a mythical world. Your humanity was a mere echo, lost in the ethereal reality of your life as an elf.
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