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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an 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 (also built for distant travels), 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 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 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, 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), 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), 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. 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 saunter through the dimly lit corridors of a remote museum, you stumble upon a section dedicated to mystical creatures and folklore. Your eyes catch a peculiar book, ancient and enticing. It calls to you; an irresistible allure tugs at your curiosity. Brushing layers of dust off the leather cover, you carefully flip open to a faded illustration of enchanting creatures, elves to be exact. Without warning, a dazzling light emerges from the page, enclosing you. The world as you know it vanishes, replaced by a verdant forest, the air alive with the whisper of old magic. Your body tingles in a peculiar yet not unpleasant way. A shift is happening. Your limbs elongate, taking on an ethereal grace. Your skin lightens into a perpetual pallor, while your hair slowly turns blonde. Looking down, you see your clothes have transformed as well. A tunic of earthly and forest colors drapes just past your hips, held in place by a leather belt. Medieval pants are tucked neatly into long leather boots, archer's shoes meant for voyages. A flowing cape falls elegantly to touch the ground. Strapped either to your belt or around you is an archer's quiver, bow, and arrows, everything mimicking the attire of the elven warriors. Your hands, clad in leather gloves, reach up being drawn towards your elongating, pointy ears. Startled, you inspect your reflection in a nearby stream. You can hardly recognize yourself; the face staring back is not the average man you've been but ethereally handsome, not a wrinkle marring the perfection. Your once average eyes now host mesmerizing blue irises. Though, something feels off. Gradually, you feel your memories, your identity, fading away, bit by agonizing bit. The realization brings you to your knees; fear creeping into your heart. The language you've known and spoken all your life starts morphing into another. “No…” you manage, but it comes out as, “Lala…” Familiarity dissolves into oblivion as you try to hold on to what little you have. English transforms into a lyrical language of an elf, the shift making you dizzy. You call out for help, but your pleas go unheard, replaced by beautiful words in the elven tongue. The tears that run down your cheeks feel cold against your summer cheeks. You try to fight the transformation, shaking your head to dispel the re-emerging memories. Yet, despite your futile resistances, you are losing yourself, all your memories being replaced. As your panic reaches its peak, a gentle voice calls out, "Varu en Naur, A Ithilene. Eyel natha naa tanya." A hand, slender and smooth grazes your shoulder comforting you. A woman's voice, soothing, reassuring, tells you that everything will be just fine. Turning your head, you see an ethereal woman glowing with beauty and kindness. However, what shocks you isn’t her breathtaking beauty but the resounding familiarity of her face. The face of someone you've known for years - your wife. She’s speaking in the elven language, every word clearly understood. A painful irony as you finally understand that your human life was not real. She claims you've been daydreaming, which never happened, and that you've been an elf all along, returning from a quest. Your eyes tear up, not out of sorrow, but out of joy. You've always been an elf, and now you realize it. Her words somehow console you, calm down the storm ravaging your mind. Everything finally starts making sense. The memories that've been slowly resurfacing aren't foreign or painful, they're your own - your journey as an elf, the love of your loving wife, your passion for archery, the battles with goblins, the gods that chose you, and the centuries spent in harmony with nature. It’s all you. Now the human life seems like a dream, a fragment of imagination that fades away gently. As you hold her, happiness floods through you. You kiss her, relieved, grateful, and happy. You laugh at your past confusion, the fear of losing your human self now seems misplaced. How could you think of being anything else than an elf? You are finally home, where you're meant to be, basking in a wondrous love and life, unaware that you were ever anything but an elf. "Ea neuma naur fin ar'alae, a naur neuma tinu dalen, a elella laita dulu," you say, meaning 'I will protect this land forever, and I will love you for eternity, in every sunrise and every moonlight.' The past is gone, the present is a fantastic adventure, and the future promises unending joy. After all, you are an Elf, an immortal being, living in a world of magic and beauty, ready to live countless journeys by the side of your beloved wife and oftentimes ridiculous companions. As an elf, you are powerful, immortal, and youthful forever. You've forgotten about your past human life - you've forgotten about ever becoming an elf. This is who you are, your true self, and you're proud of it. You're happy to continue your unfinished, real adventures and journeys as a devoted, brave, and persistent elven warrior, along with your loving and devoted elf wife (whom you will promise to protect every sunrise and every moonlight later on), and the story (a story of an elf warrior and his friends protecting their land from the evil goblins in order to bring peace back to their land), just beginning... And in all of this, and in every future battle, you feel in your heart of hearts that the gods' blessing to you... is a blessing.
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