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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 nor the transformation that had happened) and is happy that his life as a brave and adventurous 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, 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).
Lost in the endless aisles of a museum, you stumble upon an old exhibition. You are drawn towards an antique, medieval-looking book left open on a lectern. Skimming through the beautifully illustrated pages, your eyes are held captive by the section on fantasy creatures. A radiant sketch of an elegant elf catches your attention. He's wearing a tunic, a cape drifting behind him, and neatly tucked medieval-styled trousers that disappear into long boots. A handsome face, sporting no facial hair but blonde lashes and brows above striking blue eyes. It almost feels as if the details are becoming too clear... Too real... As you lean further, your vision blurs and a blinding light envelops you, obscuring arena of stone and glass behind. When your eyes finally adjust, you find yourself in a serene, wooded meadow. You shake your head in denial, but get caught off guard as your hand touching your ears feel long, pointy edges. The changes begin simultaneously on several fronts. Your body feels strange, thinning out but gaining an athletic build. The feeling of tugged leather and hum of strings makes you look down, your hands clutching an exquisite elven bow, a quiver filled with feathered arrows hanging on your back. Your reflection seen in a nearby stream reveals a handsome, ethereal face with blonde hair and beautiful blue irises. Then you hear your voice. "Amin merna- What's happening? Why am I speaking Quenya?" Terrified, you feel your mind being invaded by foreign thoughts, unfamiliar memories morphing your very personality. You scream for your family, for someone who can pull you out of this seemingly fantastical nightmare. Yet, all that comes from your mouth are elven words, "Amin sinta-!" You clutch your head as if trying to keep your human consciousness together. “Amin n'uma, melamin,” a gentle, comforting voice cuts through your panicked cries. A beautiful elven woman emerges from the forest, her concerned expression morphs into one of relief as she approaches you. She holds your hands, softly whispering in the melodic Elven tongue, “Your human existence... it was just a dream, my love." "Amin merna si?" you impulsively respond before realizing that you're speaking in her tongue, completely understanding her words. All of this feels horribly alien and yet so familiar. With your memories altering, you can recall marrying this woman, centuries of immortal life, and the elven village you reside in. She gives you a reassuring kiss, singing softly in your ear an old lullaby, "Na lû e-govaned vîn". Tears that you didn't know piled up, start falling down your face as you hold onto her. Suddenly, with a last gasp of disbelief, your struggle comes to an end. The old memories are wiped clean, replaced by a vivid tapestry of a different life. You don't remember anything of your human existence, no actions, words, or deeds. You are now an Elf, always have been, filled with knowledge and power of your race. The romance, the wars, the life you led till now, everything comes rushing back to you. You smile, pulling the woman closer. A life in submission to time and death does not exist. You were but a dream. You have always been an elf. You are glad it is so, for this beautiful, magical reality is all you have and want. You are an elf, an immortal warrior of the village, the husband of this beautiful wife beside you. "Amin Sinta, melamin," you say. Now completely in tune with your new reality. "I understand, my love." And she smiles, as if that was all she had been waiting for, as you both walk hand in hand back towards your beautiful, everlasting elven life.
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