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Question: Write the 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 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. 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).
As you stand in the hush of the antiquated museum, the musty scent of old parchment fills your nostrils. You stare at an ancient-looking tome, its leather spine embossed with cryptic symbols. With trembling hands, you open the book to reveal complex illustrations of mythical creatures and descriptions of their abilities. Suddenly, a blinding light engulfs you, stealing your vision. Panic surges through you, making your heart pound. You blink rapidly, straining your eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. You're left disoriented as the light wanes and your surroundings morph and blend into something new entirely. As reality morphs into a lush wooded glade, your body begins to mimic the transformation. Your muscles tighten, becoming lean and more athletic. It's as if you can feel every strand of hair on your scalp lightening to a shimmering blonde. Your fingers trace over your ears, which have grown longer and sharper. As you pull a hand back, you find it encased in soft leather, complete with an archery glove. Everything around you, even yourself, seems brighter, more vivid. Looking down at your attire, you note your clothes have drastically altered. You're donned in a tunic, a cape billowing down your back, with medieval-styled trousers neatly tucked into long sturdy boots. An archer's equipment is strapped to your back, quiver brimming with arrows and a bow within arm's reach. Consumed by disbelief, you put your gloved hand to your chin and find it clean-shaven, aligning with the appearance of a classic fantasy elf. You search for your reflection in a nearby stream. The being staring back astounds you: a handsome, ethereal face marked by pale skin and breathtakingly beautiful blue irises. The change is so complete that you're left speechless. A soft sound breaks your focus, and you turn your attention to the soft rustling of grass. Approaching you is an elf, with her sapphire eyes sparkling with excitement and familiarity. "Qi suilas, meleth," she says softly. (*Welcome back, beloved*) Your mind races as the words register. It's not English, but you comprehend it perfectly. You can't remember the English language anymore, yet you know this to be Elvish. Somwhere deep within you, a rosette of fear blooms. You're losing your humanity, your memories. As the nostalgia of a human life fades, new memories flood in. It's as if your brain is trying to reclaim something, to fight the change. But it's futile. "Oh Ista!" you scream, the words foreign even to your own ears. ("Help!") Tears begin to trace a path down your face as you clutch your head, the memories attacking your mind like flashes of a past life you can't recall living. "Nil calma, meleth niin," she speaks, reaching out her hand to touch yours. (*Be calm, my love*) She holds you, whispering soothing words, singing a tranquil melody. The love and care in her voice pierce your heart. Smooth tendrils of her voice wrap around the echo of your fading human life, pacifying your inner turmoil. "San quen evin nana? Tolo a entulesse." (*Can someone dream so real? Awake and remember*) Her words strike deep. Everything feels right. Her face—the face of your wife. The wooded meadow—you remember growing up here, in this elven village. The ancient war against the goblins, your proficiency with the bow, the loving community of your kin. Relief washes over you as you yield to the memories of an elven life. You gaze at her, your heart filled with genuine love. "Gi suilon, meleth niin." (*I am grateful, my love*) As you take a deep breath, you feel more alive than you've ever been. Part of you, a small part that isn't entirely erased, whispers a mournful goodbye to the human you once were. But the whisper dies soon, soon after you realize that it was only a dream. A dream of being something less...eternal. (Set in the 2nd person as per the user's requirement)
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