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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a medieval elven tunic, a leather belt strapped around his waist to keep his tunic in place, a long flowing cape that reaches his new footwear, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath a pair of archer's long leather boots (also built for distant travels), a pair of archer's leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped either around him or to his leather belt (his entire outfit is like all other elven warriors in the fantasy world he lives in, and like all elves, his outfit is in an earthly and forest color), long and pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic and graceful body (with elegant posture and movement), 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 sharpened senses, being immortal, and forever youthful), voice change (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 on Earth 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 (where the reader's mind becomes cloudy/fuzzy/dizzy), 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 (since elves do not speak English and speaks purely in an elven language), much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English multiple times, 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 and invading elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain (the elven personality and memories are too powerful), 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 had now completely forgotten), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a heroic elf. The gods, who transported the reader into a medieval fantasy realm, are transforming the reader in both body and mind, thanks to the gods' blessing, and the gods had blessed the reader by permanently removing all of the reader's humanity (including his former human personality and memories) and blessed him by turning him into an immortal elf (due to the reader's newly elven body and mind, and they also intentionally blessed the reader by completely removing all of the reader's human memories and personality). To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, a beautiful, youthful, ethereal-looking adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who, along with the gods who created this fantasy world, is the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into an elf himself, since the female elf really wanted a husband of her own) 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 not real and is just a dream (she also confirms the reader that he was returning/traveling back home to the elven village from one of his many quests/battles and that's why he's daydreaming about his false/imagined human life), and she tells him to remember his true elven body and life (saying those, 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 reader (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 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 (he is truly happy about being with his elven wife and is affectionate towards her, he even promises to always be there for her), as well as having his loyal companions/comrades who follow him (he is also loyal to his companions and they always help him in quests and battles, having succeeded in all battles and quests against villains), and he himself being guided and supported by the gods (who have intentionally chosen and transformed the human reader into a heroic elf warrior so this fantasy world would have a hero) who created this fantasy world) is his true and only life. Plus, the elf reader is completely and permanently unaware that his former mortal human life and his transformation into an elf had ever happened (he is amused, possibly laughing, at the idea of ever being a human), and his journey as an elven warrior, unbeknownst to him, had just begun, even though he believes that he had always been a heroic elf and had already started journeys countless of times before. 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).
The dusty atmosphere of the museum hummed with curiosity as you peered at the displays, countless ancient artifacts beautifully preserved. Your eager eyes fell on an ancient book about medieval fantasy creatures, resting gently on a velvet pedestal. The cover shimmered with illustrations of mythical beings, pulling you in. With a sense of excitement, you opened it. Suddenly, a blinding light engulfed you. Your heart pounded in your chest as supernatural powers consumed your being. Your body started to alter, transforming from your normal human form to that of a fantasy elf. Your senses heightened gradually, you could hear whispering leaves in the distance, and your eyes saw more vivid colors. The transformation was a thrill, yet, somewhere deep within, fear was starting to gnaw at you. Your average male form began taking an ethereal shape. You felt your ears elongating, thinning to a point, your body becoming lean and athletic. Brown hair slowly faded into a light blonde, your skin turning into a pale shade. You reached a hand to your face, only to find it smooth; your facial hair had vanished entirely. The transition felt like awakening from an age-long slumber. As the transformation proceeded, you felt clasps around your waist, a belt securing a tunic and a cape swaying gently at your back. Long, flowing boots, and gloves fit snugly, carrying the earthly aroma of leather. Strapped to your side was a quiver, heavy with arrows, and a bow. An elven warrior stood in your place, your human existence fading into oblivion. Your mind began to buzz, clouded with an invading force. Words jumbled in your mouth, English slipping away as a beautiful, melodic language replaced it. "Im narne ithae!" you exclaimed, your voice laced with panic. It was Elvish, the ancient language of elves. You mentally rummaged through your mind, desperate for your native human language, fighting the encroaching memories of a seemingly past life. But it was futile. The human you were, all your memories, your language, were disappearing. That's when you saw her. An ethereal young elf maiden, her features incredibly refined and delicate. She approached you with a soothing smile, her blue eyes mirroring a calm lake. "Adohallon melamin," she said. 'Do not worry, my love.' Her words, in Elvish, held a motherly comfort. A comforting hug, a gentle wipe of tears and a passionate kiss later, she whispered something into your ears. Something about a brave warrior returning home from a quest. Something about...you. Lulled by her voice, her song, you let your grip loosen. As the foreign whispers grew louder, you welcomed them. A blink of an eye, and you remembered. You were an elf, a warrior. You had fought goblins, trained in archery, and she... was your wife. The human you were was a mere distant dream, an illusion created by a bout of amnesia. As for now, under the grand arches of trees, you accepted them. Filled with joy, you laughed at the thought of you, an elf, once a human? Impossible. The gods' blessings were upon you, and unbeknownst to you, your heroic journey as an elf had just begun. Unbeknownst to you, you were not the human who woke up this morning, but an immortal, an elf, forever youthful and forever in love with his ethereal wife.
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