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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a long flowing 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 (the reader's voice becomes a beautifully-sounding male elf's voice 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, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English, 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/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 (she's the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader 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, 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 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 being guided and supported by the gods who created this fantasy world) 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. 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).
The soft hum of whispers filled the museum as you ambled through the maze of artifacts and displays. A particular exhibit, perhaps the most extraordinarily curious one, its collection of old and dusty books, caught your eye. Among them nestles a book that radiates an allure which beats the rest; a tome riddled with ancient prophecies and tales about medieval fantasy creatures, written in a language that bears no resemblance to any earthly script. As your fingers flipped open its rough-hewn pages, a blinding light engulfed you. It swept over, around, and through you, filling the air with an exotic, sweet aroma. A peculiar sensation began to overtake you, as though every cell in your body was molding, reconfiguring, spinning in a dance of lights and colors. As the spectrum enveloped your senses, your body started altering, every element of your human form rearranging. Muscles thinned and strengthened, ears lengthened and pointed, your skin shedding its warm tone to embrace a paler hue. Without realizing it, your mundane attire had been replaced with a medieval-styled elf costume; a tunic of deepest forest green clasped by a belt of intertwined silver and pearl, pants of rich brown tucked into long boots, and a flowing cape that rustled with each breath. Leather gloves were on your hands, a quiver archery equipment strapped on your back. You could feel your face subtly shift, refining into ethereal handsomeness, your eyes morphing with beautiful blue irises; your old short hair now long, blonde, and billowing. With a start, a rush of knowledge began to fill your mind. English words soon became a distant mummer, as though submerging underwater, drowning beneath an influx of unfamiliar elvish phrases. You felt an overwhelming sense of fear; not understanding what was happening, your hand reached out, clutching nothing but air. "Ti'herin naa...I...I...umin...vana..." Your English vanished mid-sentence, replaced by the unfamiliar yet fluent elven words. Panic seized you. Your memories, your life, your identity were all fading, washed away by a tide you couldn't fight. Cries for help rippled out, but the words were alien. Despicable terror consumed you, as your human mind began to ooze away, replaced with an elf's memories, battles, romances, day to day living as an elf. "Suil, suil," called a sweet voice behind you, caressing your frightened mind. Turning abruptly, a female elf now stood before you, a comforting smile adorning her stunning visage. Her eyes met yours; sparks of familiarity and warmth washing over you. She lovingly reached out, a soothing touch capturing your trembling hand, her voice a melodious mask for your transforming mind. "Edan−", she started, her voice brimming with affection. "Edan rin...you...anor'nd galadh," you struggled as your understanding of English diminishes, her words unfolding in the beautiful elven language, the familiar words resonating within you. Letting yourself be flooded with songs of elven lullabies, you found solace in your wife's comforting presence. "Meleth-nin," she said, an elf's term of endearment that caused your heart to flutter as she gently wiped away your stray tears. It became evident, this was real. You were an elf, your human life was just a dream. "Amin mela lle," you responded without hesitation, elven words of love, meant for only your wife. The past horrors seemed like a fading nightmare as she pulled you in for an embrace, stuttered breaths steadying between the two bodies. Clarity dawned upon you; your initial fear appeared distant, replaced by a new tranquil acceptance. You had always been her brave warrior, a loyal companion; you were, and have always been, an elf. The fear that used to clutch your heart melted into bliss; everything was replaced with a deep contentment. A smile graced your radiant face, an expression of love and spiritual satisfaction. This world, the elvish tongue, your wife, it was all real and truly yours. Life as a human was but a distant memory, a forgotten dream. You'd found your real home among the elves, radiant in the love of your wife, flourishing in a world painted with ethereal beauty and epic adventures.
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