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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, 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), 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), 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 and only remember being an elf). 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 losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as forgetting his previous language, 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). 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 and comforts him with a gentle hug, an affectionate kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), 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), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) and is happy that his life as an elf (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, 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).
As you leisurely stroll through the museum, your curiosity is piqued by an old book, bound in rich brown leather and emblazoned with mysterious golden symbols. Gingerly, you open it, revealing a world of medieval fantasy creatures. Suddenly, a high-pitched, resonating note fills your ears, and a blinding light engulfs you. Your body begins to change. You feel suddenly light, almost floaty; your sturdy form is becoming leaner, your muscles defined yet slender. It takes a look down to realize that you're wearing a tunic, a cape, and medieval-styled pants neatly tucked into long boots. Gloves have formed on your hands, leather tough yet surprisingly comfortable. There's a tingle in your ears, and they elongate, becoming slim and pointed. Your face, invariably stubbled and marked by life, smoothens, and you lose every trace of your usual beard, leaving your face ethereal and unearthly handsome. Your once dark hair recedes, replaced by long, blonde locks that fall past your shoulders, brought alive by the strange light around you. It's your eyes, however, that stun you the most. Once dull, they are now a captivating blue, deep like the summer sea. Your skin has a new paleness to it, glowing in its own right. Fear seizes you as words start to lose their meanings; you're uttering a language unfamiliar yet fluent to you. "What's happening... laura ná Lelion?" Your English transforms mid-sentence to Elven, the familiar syntax replaced by lilting, melodic sentences. Your surroundings distort, morphing into a world plucked from the pages of your favorite fantasy novels. Gargantuan trees tower over a village, graceful and inviting. You see creatures resembling elves, dragons in the distant sky, and distant sounds that hint at the presence of goblins. Terror shreds your heart as your human memories start to fade. Desperate, you try to fight it, screaming out the names of loved ones, images flickering like dying embers. "Mom... Dad... Lisa!?"*Elen mëánta! Please... Sila ar nath-" A soothing voice stops you. "Natho, koima", a gentle voice whispers, calming you. You turn to see a beautiful elven woman, her concern apparent in her eyes. "No, no... I can't forget... Elen síla... I can't..." But your fight is futile. The English words are foreign, replaced by fluent elven. Your human memories fade, replaced with a millennium of elven existence. Despite your mental turmoil, the elven woman stays by your side, her presence comforting. She pulls you into a close hug, her lips leaving an affectionate kiss on your forehead. Softly, she hums a soothing elven lullaby to you, the melody familiar and comforting. "Tinta i galad, Vanya," she sings, the words aligning correctly in your mind. (Fade, the light, Blessed) "Er cala tinta i galad nin." (Is calling to fade my light). Upon recognizing the melody, a new memory surfaces – a wedding ceremony. Her name is Thalia, the love of your life, the woman you had bonded yourself with. Recalling your elven name, Vanya, your heart settles with satisfaction – this is who you really are. Human memories lie forgotten at your feet. You're no longer a human but an elf, immersed entirely in the realm of elves and dragons. A sense of peace engulfs you. Looking at your wife, you smile - your elven life is your only life, joyful and eternal.
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