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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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 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. 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 (she also confirms the reader that he was returning/traveling back home to the elven village 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, 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, 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), 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 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).
You were just an ordinary man, exploring a museum filled with historical artifacts on a lazy afternoon. One item, in particular, caught your eye, an ancient tome about mythical creatures. You reached out, delicate fingers tracing the ancient script etched into the leather cover. As your eyes fell upon the first pages, detailing the ethereal beauty of vivid cultures, a blinding light engulfed you. You recoiled, feeling a harsh, hot rush of energy flow into you. Suddenly, your attire transformed. Your normal everyday wear became a fine elven tunic belted at your lean waist, a long flowing cape draping to your newly-adorned boots. Glancing down, you saw pointy elf leather gloves encasing your hands. Strapped to your belt was everything one would associate with an archer from the middle ages - a quiver, bow, and arrows. Looking around, you found yourself standing amidst a lush forestry, a medieval village scene sprawling toward the horizon. You were no longer in a modern museum but a world ripped straight from a fantasy novel. Your entire being began to change, you felt lighter, more agile while your body slimmed, muscling into an athletic silhouette. Your face, once mired in the years of being human, stretched, and molded into a visage of ethereal beauty. Your skin took on an unearthly pallor, while your eyes shifted into a mesmerizing blue color, specks of whites disappearing altogether. Your hair began to lengthen, threading into a cascade of blonde waves that tumbled down your back. You lifted your hand, brushing away the strands that fell into your face, touching the ends of what now were long, pointed ears - an unmistakably elvish trait. One of the most alarming changes was in your language. As you attempted to cry out, the words echoing from your throat were not English, but a melodic flow of syllables you somehow understood - a language fitting to your new being. Panic fueled your thoughts, a thirst to recall your previous life, your family, friends, everything you belonged to - but it was in vain. With every breath, your human past seemed to float away. As you fell to your knees in despair, a gentle hand touched your shoulder. You turned, coming face to face with a beautiful elven woman, her eyes filled with understanding and comfort. She whispered soothing words in the elven tongue - "Im tuulo' amin, mela en' coiamin. Amin saes." (I'm here, love of my life. I'm sorry.) Her eyes sympathized with you; her tone was affectionate, her presence familiar. You soon realized she was not a stranger, but your wife. She hummed a sweet lullaby in the same tongue; you recognized it, the soothing, familiar rhythm lulled some of your panic. "Minna. Naar cormamin lindua ar' quel, melamanya." (Sleep. Let your body be mild and peaceful, my love.) Her words, the melody she sung, told your heart that she has always known you, loved you. It filled you with happiness, as you recalled your love for her in return. Slowly, you found yourself recalling archery training, successful battles, the hatred for goblins, your strong bond with the elven village. Old memories washed away, replaced by hundreds of years of elven existence. Realization dawned on you; this was not a new existence but the one you've always belonged to brought on by the blessings of the gods whom you found were always on your side. With a soft smile, you watched your wife, your elven village and the dense forests of your homeland. This place was familiar, the way you fit into it was familiar and you knew then, your journey as this elven warrior that you have always been solo was just rewinding once again, just as it always has been. Laughter bubbled within you, as you thought about your human life, which only seemed like a distant dream now. It was an amusing thought that you were once an ordinary man or that you ever thought yourself to be one. For a moment, you'd lost your identity. But now, everything felt aligned. You were ready, once again, to embrace your identity, your destiny. You were ready to embark on yet another journey as an elvish warrior.
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