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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a medieval elven tunic (that reaches past the hips), 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 (these boots are also built for distant travels), a pair of archer's leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (a bow and the arrows-filled) 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 both 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 almost-instant age change, instant supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to sharpened senses, being immortal, and being forever youthful), almost-instant voice change (to fit with his new elven bloodline), almost-instant language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering or speaking English), instant 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 and magically blessed the reader by completely removing/erasing all of the reader's mortal human memories and personality (the gods' voices are heard by the reader in his head and telling him to completely forget his human self and life (claiming that the reader's human self and life was all just a dream), telling the reader that they're blessing (not a curse, it's a blessing) him by removing/erasing his mortal memories and personality, while also telling him to remember his elven self and life, proving their intent in creating a hero for their fantasy world), thus making him completely and permanently forget about ever being a mortal human), and the removal of human memories/personality is a blessing and not a curse. 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 and genuine 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 his elven village home 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 truly 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, courageous, 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 (kissing included), 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, including but not limited to goblins), 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), the elf reader believes that he was daydreaming about the human life while he was returning/traveling back to his home village (exactly like what his elven wife stated earlier), 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 (including the gods' quotes in the reader's head) 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).
Stepping into the old museum, your keen interest in history and artifacts bringing you after hours to a newly discovered collection, you feel an odd pull towards a forgotten corner. A dusty old book, propped on an equally aged pedestal, bears a title faded with time. As your fingers glide across the ancient cover, you feel a faint pulse from the book, a sense of life that should not be there. "You are sure to discover something extraordinary, friend," your guide to the collection had told you. Brows furrowed, you open the pages, filled with depictions of fantastic beasts and beings of old tales. As your eyes land on a vivid illustration of an elf, a blinding light engulfs you. The world around you shakes and transforms, an ethereal forest spreads where stone walls once stood, and a medieval village takes the place of the serene modern cityscape. Suddenly, a force ripples through you, pushing and pulling, molding and shaping. Your senses are heightened, hearing the wind rustling leaves miles away and smelling the gentle scent of lilacs in the far distance. You gasp as your ears elongate, ending in sharp points. An unusual power fills your veins as you gaze upon yourself. Skin as pale as porcelain, slender yet sturdy frame, your eyes shimmering in the most unusual shade of blue, and long, silky golden locks cascading down. A faint reflection shows a handsome, ethereal face. No stubble mares your chin, and your brows and lashes have turned blonde like your hair. The attire you wore fits your new frame, a silk tunic of forest green reaching past your hips, secured by a finely crafted leather belt. A long, flowing cape billows behind, reaching down to greet the medieval pants, neatly tucked underneath your archer's boots, meant for distant travels. A set of archery equipment rests securely by your side, rivaling the grandeur of elven warriors you’ve seen portrayed only in tales. With the new reality birthing around you and your body morphing, the most unexpected change is within your mind. English words fade, replaced by smooth, elegant Elven ones. The shift is abrupt, your sentence mid-scream of horror, changing from English to Elven. Tears of terror and discomfort well up, you cry out for your friends, your family, yet the words that tumble out are foreign, Elven. Your consciousness fights to hold onto your human memories, the mundane normality of your world, but the onslaught of alien elven memories is far powerful. A voice whispers gently in your mind, soothing, comforting. "Φαρέντε, αίσθηση, mοriέndë," it says. 'Forget, feel, become,' the voice seemed to translate, soft as a lullaby. The gods that picked you, smiled upon you, blessed you by transforming you into the vessel of their will, their hero. It is their will erasing your human past, the mortality, the memories. As your head spins, your form sways; a gentle hand cradles your face, another slipping around your waist. Words of comfort in an Elven tongue lull your tearing soul, a melodious voice promising safety, familiarity. You blink open your eyes to find a stunning elf woman comforting you with a gentle smile. You remember lovingly talking to her, holding her hand in yours and smiling as she giggled. The memories flood in – an elven woman, your wife. The woman’s smile is soothing as tears stream down your face. Words, Elven words, reassure you that the weird visions of another life were nothing more than dreams. The sensation of her lips on yours would've been comforting if it didn’t feel so unfamiliar. The last of the human vanishes, physically and mentally, you become one with your elven memories. Your heart coos with acceptance, melting into the woman’s affection. You have always been here, an elf, a warrior, a husband, a hero. Tears of humanity replaced by tears of joy, of home. It’s surreal, how quickly you slipped into this life. Elven words flow out fluently; you can't remember how the human language sounded like. You’re eager to embrace your new life, your reality, the woman who held you through the storm and called herself your wife, the village filled with your fellow kin, humans... What were humans? A faint memory? Perhaps. The woman pulls away after a lingering kiss, a satisfied smile on her lips. A gentle wind blows, playing with your golden hair, and she reaches out for you. “Shall we go home, love?” she asks, her fingers interlocking with yours. With a nod, you willingly let her guide you towards your new life. And suddenly, it didn’t feel just new; it felt like it had always been yours.
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