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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 (that reaches past the hips), 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 (these boots are 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 both 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 almost-instant age change, instant supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to sharpened senses, being immortal, and being forever youthful), almost-instant voice change (to fit with his new elven bloodline), almost-instant language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering or speaking English), instant 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 and magically blessed the reader by completely removing/erasing all of the reader's mortal human memories and personality (the gods' voices are heard by the reader in his head and telling him to completely forget his human self and life (claiming that the reader's human self and life was all just a dream), telling the reader that they're blessing (not a curse, it's a blessing) him by removing/erasing his mortal memories and personality, while also telling him to remember his elven self and life, proving their intent in creating a hero for their fantasy world), thus making him completely and permanently forget about ever being a mortal human), and the removal of human memories/personality is a blessing and not a curse. 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 and genuine 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 his elven village home 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, courageous, 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 (kissing included), 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, including but not limited to goblins), 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), he believes that he was daydreaming about the false human life while he's returning/traveling back to his home village (like what his elven wife stated earlier), 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 (including the gods' quotes in the reader's head) 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).
Clarity seemed to wane as your heart pounded within the hollow rib cage of your former reality. Everything was a flurry of colors as you reached down, running your fingers across the ancient parchment of a medieval fantasy book. The second the skin of your fingers aligned with the age-worn pages within the museum, a blindingly intense light swallowed you whole, your world going white, and all semblance of understanding was completely lost. Terrifyingly beautiful, celestial whispers echoed around your mind, ethereal voices that were not your own. *'Forget your mortal self, remember your true form, remember your true life...',* they reassured. Their tone was comforting, like a harmony to a song you did not recognize. They spoke of your transformation as a blessing, spoke about removing your mortal memories and personality as kind-hearted. You shut your eyes in an attempt to silence them, your voice joining the symphony as you screamed, pleading for the familiar comfort of your old life. But language betrayed as English words melted into elven language mid-sentence. A horrified sob escaped you as you realized you had no recollection of the innocence of the human language and only the new language molded like honey dripped from your tongue. Your breath came out in ragged spurts as the world around you flickered like an old film reel, houses lunged into huts, cars twisted into enchanted creatures all as reality screamed for a moment before dissolving into nothingness, leaving in its wake a verdant woodland, an elven village nestled amongst the trees. A soft voice whispered your new name, spoken in fluent elven, and an ethereal-looking adult elf appeared before you with wise blue eyes glistening, patiently awaiting your total transformation with an odd look of familiarity. She comforted you with a gentle embrace, her hand tenderly wiping at the treacherous tear trails streaking down your cheeks. She was a beacon in a world that had plunged into tales of old, a comforting presence in a swirl of chaos. "Everel, your human past was but a dream," she whispered. Her words, though in elven, systematically mended your fragmented reality, painting a picture of a brave warrior, an elf who had survived countless battles, and a life filled with mythical creatures, untouched by modernity. She then leaned toward you, her lips pressing against yours in a gentle kiss. A wave of calm washed over you — this elven woman was your wife, one you'd loved and still loved beyond measure. You opened your eyes to see the familiar surroundings of your home, your memories gradually shifting into place with an oddly soothing sensation. You could remember the hero you are, the battles you've won, the love you share with your wife. Your body ached as if released from protracted tension. You looked down at the medieval clothing you wore, feeling its texture, its feminine yet practical design, feeling utterly complete, feeling utterly at home. Life before this moment seemed distant and drowsy, like a daydream curling up to sleep. A vague part of your mind continued to question the validity of your situation, a part which quickly shrunk and ultimately vanished altogether. You gave in, released your death-grip on the sliding memories of your human past, leaving only the streamlined, clear vision of your elven identity. With every breath you took, the very essence of a long, immortal elven life permeated deep into your being. Your fright and pain were fading, being replaced with warmth, courage, and acceptance. Maybe it's true that your mortal life, the science, modern living, even the theory of evolution, all were just a dream. What matter if it was a nightmare you had awoken from? A sense of completion washed over you as your elven wife intertwined her fingers with yours, and together, you walked off towards your elven village — the place you both call home. And in the woods, gods of your world nodded in approval, a new hero was born, a new journey had begun. Your journey as an elven warrior, your transformation complete in every sense. One chapter of your life had closed and another had begun. A recent human turned elven warrior, facing his destiny in a world he accepted as his own. A story that was only just beginning.
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