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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the 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 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 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 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, and they also intentionally blessed the reader by completely removing all of the reader's human memories and personality). 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. 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).
From your vantage point within the quiet hush of the museum, you come across an old tome. It's a relic, bound in leather and full of yellowed pages. A book of medieval fantasy creatures, brimming with sketches and lore. As you open it, a flood of blinding light engulfs you. Fear and anticipation twist your gut as you experience a sensation akin to falling. As your skin prickles uncomfortably, you reach up to your ears, hissing as you feel a sharp pointiness now defining them. As your hands drop down, the coarseness of fabric rather than the softness of casual cotton reaches your attention. Looking down, you find yourself wearing an elven tunic of forest colors, neath a flowing cape. Medieval pants are tucked into a pair of long leather archer's boots that replace your sneakers. Another wave of discomfort pulses through, your muscles burning as if strained by a strenuous workout. Yet there are no cries of pain, your new voice has emerged hissing from your throat in words you don't comprehend. "Vaess athrae, vaeri en amin!" Words that your mind can't comprehend escape your lips. As you reach out to steady yourself, leather gloves meet the museum's marble floor, the weighty sensation of the bow and quiver tied to your belt becoming more present. Your senses heighten, the smell of fresh parchment and dust all but overwhelms you, and you've never seen objects and colors so strikingly vivid. Even your posture straightens, every movement feeling graceful yet potent. As you catch your reflection in the glass case of an exhibit, you stare at a stranger with familiar blue eyes. An ethereal, handsome face with a mane of long blonde hair and no beard stares back at you. There is a brief moment of dizziness maneuvering through your mind, filling your thoughts with unfamiliar images and experiences. Freshly cut grass surrounding an elven village, the feel of a bowstring against your fingertips, a woman's laugh echoing through the meadows. Amnesia gnaws at your sense of reality, a desperate fear clutching you as your understanding of English fades. Even the strongest willpower cannot fight it, a tidal wave of incoming new memories and personality crashes against your mental struggle resistance. "Na 'lassui," a soft voice captures your attention, the world around you slowly morphing into an enchanted forest. The elven woman who emerges from the tree line immediately evokes a sense of trust and familiarity within you. Her warm smile instantly comforting as she envelopes you in a hug, her whispered words soothing your fears. "Lle merna. Your old name is gone. You are Landeir now." The woman brushes back your hair with affection, her emerald eyes beseeching you to believe her. The woman's words of reassurance a melody against your turmoil, a sudden calmness descends. With her kiss and her affectionate touch, the panic ebbs away as realization dawns, your eyes surveying the fantastical world around you. Her face, your wife's face, one you have known it seems for centuries, ignites a familiar warmth in your chest. The woman, your wife, leads you back to the enchanting village nearby, your mind and heart finally relaxing to the notion of this new reality. The gods themselves watched over you, picking you from your mundane path and placing you into the fantastical journey you were truly meant for. With every step towards your new home, the ridiculous notion of once being a human man brings a chuckle. Born as an elf, now live as an elf - your true nature. You are no longer a museum visitor transported mysteriously into a fantasy realm but a heroic elf starting another chapter in his centuries-old journey, ready and eager for the adventures it holds.
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