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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, 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).
In the museum, your fingers traced a gold-lettered title on an ancient looking book that immediately piques your interest. As you flipped it open, a blinding light enveloped you, consuming everything until all you could see was that intense, glowing white. Coils of ethereal energy seemed to seep into your skin and you could feel a strange, warming sensation as if you were undergoing transformation. Suddenly, everything came rushing back. The normal-sized ears lengthened to a magnificent point, becoming long and elegant - a defining characteristic of the Elves. Your skin took on a fair, almost luminous complexion. Your body rearranged, reshaping you into a longer and leaner form yet with a musculature that bespoke a species built for grace and agility. The coarseness of your once human face receded, replaced by an immaculate, androgynous beauty. Your previously short, messy hair grew in length and became a waterfall of shimmering blonde. "Tûr nin, lá rhaw!" you gasped, clutching a hand to your smooth face, stunned by the fact that your voice has even grown more melodious. "Protect me, no mouth!" The traditional cry for help, yet it isn't English. Elvish. The realization terrified you. Undeterred by your sudden transformation, your own language changed on its own, shifting to a language which felt foreign yet familiar at the same time. Your thoughts suffused with memories and beliefs that made no sense. Magic? Immortality? Does evolution even exist? The clouds of your past human life started dissipating, leaving you feeling lost and bewildered. You tried desperately to hold onto those memories but the elven mindset was invading, was too strong. Insurmountable fear fueled a desperate fight, causing you to let out a terrified wail, in an attempt to chase away the invading Elven memories. Yet it was futile. Those memories weren't just memories, they were replacing yours. Your howl of horror caught an attention. An elegantly clad female elf came to your side, her startling blue eyes filled with deep empathy. "Ceni, Im melon," she said, taking your trembling hands in hers, offering warmth and reassurance. "Look, my love." Despite your terror, her gentle presence comforted, her soft words alleviating your worries. Confusion swirled within you yet her words seemed to calm your troubled mind. Listening to your wife, and for the first time, realizing she was your wife felt soothing yet bewildering. Slowly, she began to lull you with an enchanting Elven lullaby which seemed so familiar. "Anor renia, aearon tirno," she sang, her voice coaxing you to peace with the mesmerizing words that mean, "The sun shines, sea watches." Relinquishing your memories as a human seemed scary but she assured you it was not real. Accepting your truth, your elf life felt right, it felt true. Gradually, your terror dissolved into expansive tranquility, the remnants of your human side gently fading away until it was but a faint echo in the wind. You felt a sense of relief. The life of a mortal human was simply a long and eerie dream, your elven life was your real awakening. Your elven laughter broke the surrounding serenity, welcoming your new life. The craziness of your earlier human life seemed like a distant madman's dream. An elf’s life was who you indeed were - adventuring, fighting goblins, being the brave husband and the heroic elf. She, your wife, who stood by your side even in the most terrifying moments, was the person you were bound to. She was indeed your love, your life. Smiling down at her, intertwining your fingers with her, your transformation had gone beyond physical looks. "You see, my love," she whispered, her eyes shining with immense love and vulnerability, "You've always been an elf, my brave Elven warrior, our lives tied together by the threads of fate. The gods have rewritten a mistake and made you who you were always meant to be - an Elf." The notion of being an elf felt right and you knew deep in your heart, there was no turning back. Your journey in this magical forest was yours, it was real, and it was only just beginning. Yielding to the pleasantry that is your immortal elf life, you kissed her, promising her, and yourself, to journey through the centuries that were yet to come, as you were destined to be - a heroic elven warrior, forever bound to your love.
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