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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male mortal 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 long boots, 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 clothes are like all other elven warriors in the fantasy world he lives in), 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 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 (the light that engulfs the reader are caused by the gods of the fantasy world, as well as the elven woman who is the wife of the elven reader). 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. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an 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 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).
You were whirling through the museum, just another afternoon when curiosity picks the route and the feet dutifully wander. The hush amongst the artifacts whispers age-old tales of civilizations risen and fallen. An old book, ornate and glowing with an inexplicable light, pulls you. As you approach, a sense of foreboding tugs at your intuition, yet you find your fingers tracing the embossed leather, the sensation oddly comforting and familiar. Your heart throbs in anticipation as you cautiously flip open the age-stained pages. With the motion, a blinding light bursts out, shattering your world in a kaleidoscope of colors. "Ar vaethor ych, lle anon..." The words slip out of your throat before you can process them. English eludes your mind, replaced by an alien tongue that feels oddly like home. You stumble, feeling disjointed as your body reforms. The hair on your head lightens, growing in length, changing to a luminous blonde. Your ears tingle and sharpen to elfin points, while your physique slims, muscles tightening into lean athleticism. As your feet lengthen, encased in medieval-styled boots, your clothing morphs into an elven tunic, your pants obscenely tight as they reform into medieval trousers. A leather belt cinches the tunic, a quiver, bow and arrows snug against your side. Your own screams echo in your ears, trying to recall your human life, even as your voice becomes melodious, enchanted. Soft hands reach out, steadying you. You find yourself gazing at a beautiful elven woman, with luminous eyes shining with kindness and love. Could it be... this woman was your wife? "Kaer henion lina, nîn melui vellon..." Her soft voice soothes, as she wipes away your tears, her touch familiar, comforting in the chaos. I love you, my brave man, she says, and you comprehend, the elven language coming to you naturally despite your panic. You feel a surge of memories, a tempest in the quiet pool of your mind. Battles fought, moments lived, love shared, all with this woman by your side. The sensation is intimate, overwhelming, but not unwelcome. Your human life, what you once knew as reality, blurs and vanishes, swallowed by the absorbing tale of your fantasy world coming to life. Every breath of wind whispers the truth; you were never a human. You were, are, and forever will be an Elven warrior. A lullaby hums in the backdrop of your thoughts, the woman--your wife--gently singing. Her words cross a barrier, dialing down your frenzied thoughts and spreading a calming warmth. "Rilma talma yando..." This is your life now, ever has been, she murmurs, and you believe her. Something primal within you reverberates with the truths she tells. You finally surrender to this new reality, shake off the shackles of your past. You bask in the light of your transformation, entwining your fingers with hers, ready to live this ancient, fantastical truth. You were born this day in your true form, an Elven Warrior, gifted with the heart of this Elven woman, ready to face the mythical creatures that roam your Medieval world together. A soft chuckle leaves your lips as fleeting memories of a mortal life flutter away, like a bird escaping its cage. The tunes of your Elven language replace them, etching themselves into your psyche as the final vestiges of your mortal form give way to your Elven reality. Not a dream, not a fantasy, but your eternal truth. The amused laugh is contagious, your wife joining in and the two of you revel in the joy of your existence. For your journey as an elven warrior might have just begun again on the stepping-stones of introspection, but you have lived it a thousand times over. Remaining in blissful oblivic to your metamorphosis, you embrace this path nature laid for you, excited and exhilarated to live through endless ages as an immortal elf in a fantastical world. Every day a new adventure, every companion a loyal friend, suspicion never passing the lips of your people, for you, their brave elf, chose oblivion to best serve them.
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