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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an average male 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 sharpened senses, 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. 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). 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 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 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 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).
The museum was strangely quiet as you navigated through the long corridors filled with ancient scriptures and artifacts. One exhibit caught your attention - a collection of medieval fantasy creatures. Out of the corner of your eye, a particularly old book detailed to the bristles with elven lore revealed itself to you. Subconsciously, you reached out to place a hand on its cover, a sudden irresistible curiosity commanding your actions. As soon as your fingers brushed against the aged parchment, something incredible happened. A blinding light consumed your sight, your body seemed to elongate and stretch. It was as if the very fibers of your being were being unraveled, pulled apart and woven back again into a new form. The sensation was a mixture of exhilarating and terrifying. Slowly, you became aware of your surroundings changing, the once familiar museum dissolving away, replaced by a lush wooded meadow. The fresh scent of the forest and the birdsong in your years were so real, so tangible. You felt the breeze playfully tangling your now long, golden hair and rustling the fabric of your elfin tunic. Then came the changes that were harder to accept - your senses began to sharpen, your mind morphed, started fleeing from the reality it had known, words and memories you once treasured dissolved into oblivion, replaced by those belonging to a new language- Elven. "¡Mir na sinome, lúme nín tele! (Look at this place, time has stopped for me!)", you cried out, your once masculine human voice now echoing the smooth twang of the Elven tongue. Panic rose in your chest as you tried to call out to your human family, tried to shout their names, but all that emerged was: "¡Mi melda vesse! (My beloved wife!)" In your mental turmoil, the softest of comforting voices reached you. "Haru, melamin (Beloved, my love)," the voice said. Turn around and you saw an ethereally beautiful elven woman. Her sapphire eyes beaming affectionately at you, her blond curls dancing around her seemingly ageless face. Recognition washed over you then, your mind whispering the sweet notion of home, of her. "¡Yésa, na er... na suilavandor... (I am... am remembering... remembering...)" you stammered, the foreign Elven words rolling off your tongue effortlessly. Desperately, you clung onto the shreds of certainty, your individuality, your humanity, but they slipped like sand through your fingers. You grasped her hand, her touch bringing solace, grounding you amidst the chaos. Softly, she began to sing to you, an elven lullaby that seemed to resonate from the depth of your being. "Ennyn durin, Naur an edraith ammen, Naur dan ngalad..." (Doors of Durin, Fire of a saving spell for us, Fire against their tree...) She explained how your life as a human was an illusion, a farce. You were elven, a warrior, her husband. She spoke of shared battles, your glorious victories, your life as an elf. She spoke of a love as old as time, a bond so sacred that it surprised you that you could have ever forgotten. The transformation complete, you looked into the depth of her eyes and for the first time, truly saw her. The shock of your transformation faded, replaced by the soothing truth of your existence. "¡Aníron na veste vin (I desire to kiss you)," you whispered, a delightful shade of blush adorning her cheeks. With the transformation behind you, you embraced your new reality. The love of your elven wife, the memories of countless battles filled you with pride. The Gods had intended this, chosen you to be their champion, to live eternally in this idyllic fantasy world. You laughed in the face of your human life, for it wasn't real, it was merely a lingering dream, an echo of a past that never was. You were an Elf now, you always were, and you vowed to embody the honor of that title for all eternity.
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