Ask AI on The Internet
Question: Write a 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 completely 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), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. 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, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's 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 actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human nor the transformation that had happened) 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).
Entering a museum, you were captivated by a particular exhibit, an antique book displayed under glass detailing the mythos of fantastical creatures - Elves, Dragons, Goblins. You feel an irresistible urge to touch it, and so you do. As your fingers graze the cover, a brilliant light engulfs you and for a moment, everything is white. As the light dissipates, you notice the changes. Your body was leaner, almost athletic, adorned in a tunic, cape, neatly fitted medieval trousers tucked underneath long boots, and fine leather gloves. Your ears felt longer, sharp to the touch. Despite the terrified spike of adrenaline, you still register the incredibly unfamiliar sensation of your hair. Long, blonde, and now falling nearly to your waist. A flutter reminds you of your own surprise. You look down at a pair of beautiful sapphire eyes reflected in the glass, framed by long, highlighted lashes. The color was breathtakingly vibrant - almost glowing - but the fear mirrored in them was impossible to escape. A rough gasp slips past your lips, your voice sounded different. Lighter, yet resonant. As you touch your face, it was devoid of any facial hair, your skin noticeably soft, ethereal in its paleness. You reach for a mirror to examine your new face. The face staring back was handsome, elegant and ethereal. A chill brushes against your mind as you begin to panic. You call out in English, but your voice is replaced with an unfamiliar language you don’t remember learning, trying to call out for help, trying to fight against the looming engulfment of a life that didn't belong to you. "Fear not," a soft voice behind you says in the same unfamiliar language. Your heart clenches as you turn to face a beautiful elven woman. She smiles at you gently, compassion in her lovely blue eyes, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. “Ni amman ar nin, hervenn a gell, you are home, my husband, my love.” Your heart aches at her words. They seem soothing, comforting, but something deep within you feels an oncoming grief. You thrash, try to condemn whatever memories are starting to creep, replacing your own human memories. You plead for mercy, but only beautiful syllables of elven language spill from your terrified lips. Her hands move to your face, cupping your changing features. She sings a lullaby, “Galadh eninn i thuil, lalathan le i silivren. Rest under the tree, lullaby beneath the silver.” It’s a soothing, gentle sound. Her song becomes a cocoon, her presence, a lifeline. Even as your human memories fade, replaced by hauntingly familiar ones of times long past, of being born an elf, wedded to this woman, you no longer remember your human life. You’re not humans anymore. You’re an elf, and this is your home. And with the last of the blinding light, your new life truly begins. Your name isn't the same as it was, but it sings along with your heartbeat. Immortality, forever youthfulness, it was all as real as your new wife's gentle touch and the ethereal beauty of your new home. The pain of the transformation was over. You were now an Elf, and it was time to start your new life. The reality has changed, for the better, irrevocably and eternally.
A new large language model has been made available since this question was asked.
To generate an updated answer from the new model, click the button below.
Think your answer is better than the AI's? Post it below.
Question Tags
If you want your question answered by an AI, click here.
Post your own comment: