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Question: Write an 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), 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 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 nor the transformation that had happened) and 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) 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).
Your everyday trip to the museum has just become an extraordinary adventure. You, an average human male, have just discovered a mysterious, old book about medieval fantasy creatures. Glistening with dust, it seems to beg you to open it. Curiosity winning, you crack it open, and your world instantly transforms. A blinding flash of light engulfs your body, acting as a threshold between reality and fantasy. You can feel your clothes instantly changing. The comfortable denim jeans you were wearing change into medieval-styled pants, cinched at the waist by a leather belt. Your sneakers morph into long leather boots that your trousers are neatly tucked into. Your body tingles as your physique morphs too. You become lean and thin, yet distinctly athletic, like that of a runner, or more fittingly for your surroundings, an archer. Your ears feel strange; they grow longer and pointy, characteristic of an elf's. Lifting your once-rough hands, you notice they are now encased in soft leather gloves. Around them, your once human skin turns pallid, gleaming with an ethereal beauty under the ambient sunlight that filters through the leaves. Feeling your face, the usual stubble has vanished entirely, replaced by a smooth surface. Your hair, once brown and short, shifts into a shimmering waterfall of long, blond hair, spilling over your shoulders. Your senses heightened, you could now hear the rustle of leaves miles off. Blinking, your brown eyes are glowing with a beautiful, otherworldly blue, better suited for your exotic visage. All the while, your body feels lighter, stronger - as if the decades weighing you down have gracefully flown away. Immortality is now yours, giving you an eternal visage of pristine youth. A quiver snugly attaches itself to your back, a bow materializing in your hands. Your fingers instinctively wrap around it. Strangely, you know how to use it, your newfound elf instincts kicking in. You try to speak, but the words jumbling out of your mouth don't make sense, at least not to your former human ears. You're speaking in an eloquent, melodious tongue, the language of elves. English, your mother tongue, feels distant, inaccessible. A creeping sense of dread fills your heart, as memories of your human life start to blur. You try to hold onto the faces of your human family, your friends, but they fade away, replaced with a vivid panorama of a luxurious elven village. You could hear your own voice, call out to them, yet the words are strange, “Ni daro amin hen.” ("Don't leave me here.") In this terrifying moment of transformation, an enchanting elf woman approaches you. She has a comforting smile on her lips, speaking in words you now realize as elvish, “Amin mela lle. Memento amin.” (“I love you. Remember me.”) Overwhelm boils up, your tears flow freely. You crumble onto your changed knees and cry out, “Amin helka lle naa lost!” (“I'm afraid I'm lost!”) Still, she merely shakes her head and offers an encouraging smile. Her touch feels familiar, comforting, drawing you into her embrace, grounding you. Her sincere words, “Lle ista naa amin meleth.” (“You know, you're my love.”), tugged at heartstrings you didn't know you had. In that moment, you feel your human worries seep away, a new and exciting reality shimmering bright before you. Looking in the woman’s eyes, you realize she’s not a stranger. She’s your wife. The feeling of her arm around yours, the comforting sound of her voice, everything fits together. The love for her envelops your heart in a warm embrace. Your human life was a dream, a mere illusion. You were never a human, you realise, but always an immortal elf, performing heroic deeds, forever young and in love. This is your real life, you think, smiling at your beautiful wife, and the thought gives you a heartwarming joy. She whispers in your ear, "Manke naa lle naa? Elvellyn?" ("Where are you now? Elf-friend?"), and you answer with soothing certainty, "Amin naa elvellyn." ("I am an elf.") Your human life is a forgotten dream. Now, you embrace your true essence – an Elf, forever youthful, always adventurous, and immensely proud.
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