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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 long flowing cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped around him, 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), 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, 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, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English, 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/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 (she's the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into an elf himself) 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 just a dream (not real) and telling him to remember his 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 (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 is also completely unaware that his transformation had ever happened), 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. 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).
The museum was quiet as you browsed through the aisles, the dusty scent of timeworn history wafting through the air. You had always been intrigued by the rich tapestries of history, which seemed to unfold their tales in front of your imaginative eyes. On this day, the magnitude of medieval fantasy creatures was your topic of interest, and your eyes fell on a slightly cracked, aged book laying out on a podium by itself. The title was written in old script and you could barely make out the words, ‘The eras of the Elders’ it seemed to say. An electric thrill pulsed through you as you gingerly opened the book, excited to delve into an unknown world. Suddenly, a blinding light enveloped you. An unnatural coldness seized your body, numbing your senses momentarily before the sensation started to change, bizarrely, it felt as if your body was being pulled, twisted, and shaped into something new. You felt your body elongate and noticed your ears start to tingle as they morphed into a sharpened point. You looked down and saw your once casual wear transformed into a fitting tunic adorned with a long flowing cape. Medieval-styled pants were neatly tucked under long boots, while a quiver with a bow and arrows was now strapped around you. Ethereal beauty consumed your face, replacing any rugged human features and your body weight shifted, lending you a lean, athletic form. Your initial thrill of adventure soon transformed into panic as your mind struggled to grasp the sudden transformation. Attempting to shout, you choked, your voice now melodious and even-toned. Just as panic began to take over, words slipped from your mouth, yet they were not familiar English, but a strange, melodious language. You grasped to recall English, your previous mother tongue, yet it slipped through your fingers like sand. This translated in your head fluidly as, *“What is happening to me? I can’t speak English anymore!”*. Your frantic words and confused expression signaled your disorientation. You felt tears pricking at your eyes as familiar memories blurred and started to fade like an old photograph. Your mind, once filled with human memories, was now being replaced with the lore of an immortal elf's life. Frantically trying to cling to your familiar past, to the phases of your normal human life, you screamed inwardly as the transformation tugged at your consciousness, ripping your identity away from its roots. Your struggle was futile as a whole new set of memories came flooding in. You remembered long battles with goblins, archery training in early mornings, the love of an elven woman. A comforting presence near you seemed to soothe your fear. A woman, charming and beautiful, was saying something to you in Elvish, *"Pel naa e'atara, mellon naa tim.*" You understood her words to mean, "Fear is a traitor, friend, it is time." She continued, *"Eä, My love. Nauva naa nauva amin, limpe.*"("Yes, my love. It will always be us, forever.") You realized then, as the Elvish words were imprinted onto your heart - this was your wife. Recognition lit up in your eyes, this woman, this elf, was your partner for every battle, the strength in your solitude. Now, as the elven world filled your senses, your human world slipped away, like an early morning dream that was quickly forgotten. The elven woman held you, wiping away your tears and the tale of the forgotten human seemed like a distant nightmare. You accepted your new life, the immortal elf of the Medieval world. You were at ease in the lush green meadows, accepting the greetings of other immortal beings. There was peace in your heart knowing this was your true home, with your elf wife, under the blessing of the gods. You, who had been an ordinary male reader in a museum, were now a brave, smart, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior, happy with the eternal spring of your soul. Your name was Anor, the Elvish word for 'sun' because you were a light in their lives. You had always been Anor, the great warrior elf, who loved his wife, his village, his people, and his ancient forest home.
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