Ask AI on The Internet
Question: Write a 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, 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, as well as having his loyal 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).
Fascinated by a worn, ancient book displayed in the corner of the museum, you cautiously approach it. Its title, 'Eldrit: Creatures of Legend', captures your interest. With a sense of anticipation, you open the book. A massive explosion of light blinds you and a gust of wind surrounds you. As the light begins to recede, the world around you melds and warps until it’s as if the museum was washed away by a wave of sparkling magic. You're standing in a peaceful meadow surrounded by a sprawling forest. "This...this isn't the museum," you mutter under your breath, your voice failing to hide your confusion and fear. You look down at your outfit, a transformation has occurred. Your casual wear is replaced by a neatly tailored medieval tunic, pants, long boots, a cape flowing elegantly on your back, and strapped around you is a quiver, bow and arrows. You stumble slightly, your body unfamiliar yet strangely fit and agile. Your hands are sheathed in durable leather gloves, and as you remove one to inspect your new physique, you find your skin is unusually pale. A nearby brook acts as a mirror, reflecting a handsome, ethereal face with a set of captivating blue irises, and long golden hair that cascades down to your shoulders. Rapid transformations frighten you but something about this feels right, as though your cells and muscles know this body better than you. Suddenly, words in a language you don't understand echo around you. "Maethori- ah na lû e-govaned vîn," the voice speaks in a solemn tone. You open your mouth to reply, but what comes out shocks you. "Manen na-?," you respond in the same strange language. Panic creeps in as your memories start to shift and blur like old film. Images of mundane human life - skyscrapers, cars, computers - fade into wisps, replaced by striking images of nimble elven warriors, vast forests alive with mythical creatures, tall goblin warriors, and majestic dragons. You press your hands to your temples, the onslaught of new memories is terrifying. "Systir, I remember you!" you shout out pleadingly for anyone who knows you. Adorned in a simple gown, an ethereal woman with a kind smile and two long pointy ears pierces the edge of the clearing. You cannot recall her, yet her presence feels like a balm to your internal turmoil. "Aratan, cuio i Pheriain anann...Melin ceni hin lín...Nalyë my love," she says gently, wrapping your bewildered self in a warm embrace. Her lilting voice soothes your scrambled thoughts as she sings an elven lullaby, "Hûn lû, anor ennas, hûn lû...". Each note serves as a balm, grounding you, easing your transition. You listen to her reminders, her tales of your life together, of the battles you fought, the love you shared, and the community you protected. As she ties your new life together, the fear subsides, giving way to an overwhelming sense of contentment. This is home; you are home. "Your human life was only a dream...remember, Aratan," she pleads, as she offers you a sincere, affectionate kiss. In that heartfelt moment, you come to a silent agreement with your shifting reality. Your human existence had been an illusion; what lay before you now is your true existence. The transformation is complete, you're a warrior elf, Aratan, an immortal being, dwelling in a realm of magic, adventure and purpose. (Some translations - Maethori- ah na lû e-govaned vîn: Warrior- it is time to remember us; Manen na-?: What is-?; Systir, I remember you!: Help, I remember!; Aratan, cuio i Pheriain anann...Melin ceni hin lín...Nalyë my love: Aratan, live the Halflings forever...I love to see your child...You're my love; Hûn lû, anor ennas, hûn lû...: Sleep now, the sun is here, sleep now...)
A new large language model has been made available since this question was asked.
To generate an updated answer from the new model, click the button below.
Think your answer is better than the AI's? Post it below.
Question Tags
If you want your question answered by an AI, click here.
Post your own comment: