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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an average male mortal 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 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 warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), orcs (also the elves' archnemesis), 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 and orcs, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a brave, smart, adventurous, faithful, and heroic elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an 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, and she tells him to remember his true 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 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, 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. Plus, the elf reader is completely and permanently unaware that his former 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).
Step-by-step into the musty labyrinth of an old museum, you find yourself intoxicated by relics of history. Your eyes fall on a lustrously ancient book, its title vaguely reading, 'The Elvish Chronicles'. Compelled by your curiosity, you handle the book, its parchment old and pages stiff. Your fingers clumsily skim across an embossed diagram of a statuesque elf, wrapped in fantastical garments, lustrous hair cascading, with a serene expression molded by ages of wisdom. Ambient energy pulsates through the book and fuses with your skin like a lover’s caress, permeating your being. A blinding light engulfs you, your heartbeat echoing like a war drum. As the world spins, you feel a discomforting tingle on your scalp. Running your hands nervously through your hair, you realize it has grown, spilling over your shoulders in a golden waterfall. Your heart flutters, the startling changes making your hands wobble and face contort in fear. However, the metamorphosis has just begun. A lancing pain pierces your ears, reshaping them into the characteristic elven signature, long and pointed. Fumbling towards a nearby mirror, you barely recognize the reflection. Your face stretches, eyes blazing brightly in bewilderment, your dark irises spiraling into an ethereal blue that radiates an alien intelligence. Your clothes morph, your casual attire shifting into a traditional elven warrior's garb. A medieval-styled tunic wraps your torso tightly, its mossy green tone contrasting with the golden seams and emerald gems adorning it. A leather belt appears on your hips, holding the tunic firmly in place. Your form morphs again, your once average build stretching thin and lean yet subtly athletic. The ground underfoot changes into a bed of emerald grass, the remnants of your old world dissolving before your eyes. Inextricably, you find yourself in the heart of a remote woodland, tall trees granting their shade over a picturesque elven village. Your words taper off into an unfamiliar cadence as your language shifts. English is gone, replaced by a silky tongue lacing your speech, an elven language. You try switching back to English, but all that emerges is elven, as if you've only ever spoken this new tongue. It terrifies you, as though you're losing yourself with every syllable that rolls off your tongue. "Harthon le gûr-il, melamin," a soft voice calls out. Fear momentarily abates as your eyes settle on an ethereal elven woman. "Bear thy heart, my love," you understand her words. Despite it being impossible, you find yourself associating familiarity with her features. Against your resistance, memories of a lifetime in elvan folklore start to seep in, fighting tooth and nail to replace your human experiences. There's a war, the clanging sound of arrows and swords, and a woman's voice, the one from before. Yielding to this bewitching elven woman, your human self begins to fade into oblivion. "Estelio amin, melamin," ('Trust me, my love,') her soothing voice breaks through the last barricades of your resistance. "Amin naa lle n' nat," ('I am here for you,') she continues. Tears course down your cheeks while you desperately grapple with your dwindling human consciousness. Gliding towards you, she gently wipes away your tears, her whisper echoing, "Losto naa fen, hin. Lle arnat manke naa en earth." ('Sleep is just a dream, child. You are where you belong.') Finally surrendering, your mind falls into a peaceful oblivion, the old remnants of your past coppering into a new golden elven reality. Still, you embrace your new existence, representing a creature of millennia-old wisdom and might. There's now no going back; you are an elf - you have always been one. Even the thought of being a human seems foreign, impossible even. Thus begins your new journey in this fantastical realm unknown to humankind, as you step in the shoes of an elven warrior, your new wife by your side, unbeknownst to you a different chapter has just turned.
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