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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an average male human reader instantly 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 (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 age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to sharpened senses, 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, 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 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, 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, 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 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), 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).
"You are walking the smooth marble halls of a local history museum, a place both quiet and grand. Bored, you wander into a dimly lit room tucked away, filled with ancient books and artifacts locked away in glass cases. Traces of dust float in the slivers of sunlight seeping through the cracks in the curtains, glimmering like fine jewels. Your eyes catch the sight of a worn, leather-bound book, 'Legends of the Elven Kings.’ You reach out and, as your fingertips graze over the coarse cover, a warm sensation tingles within your skin. Drawn by curiosity, you inadvertently open the book. Bright, iridescent light engulfs you, blinding your sight momentarily, panic seizing you. When your vision clears, you are no longer in the museum, but in a sprawling meadow shaded with towering, ancient trees, their emerald leaves rustling and whispering secrets to each other in an unknown language. Your body feels different; lighter, yet filled with an unfamiliar strength. Looking down, you see an ethereal, handsome body clad in a long tunic made of woods' earthly colors, past your hips and held in place by a leather belt. A long, flowing cape brushes your new medieval-styled pants, neatly tucked into a pair of archer’s long leather boots. A pair of archer's leather gloves cover your hands. You feel a tickle on your ears, and reaching up, you find that they have become long and pointily, resembling the depiction of fantastical elves in fairy tales, seeming to hum with some unknown magical power. Your body feels youthful and immortal. “Na lû govaded” a soft voice whispers in your mind. A rush of images fills your head, dizzying and confusing you. They feel like memories not of yours; of hunting in the forest, of the song of the stream, of crafting sharp arrows, of an endless war with goblins, of an ethereal woman clothed in light and moonlight in her eyes. You scramble to keep hold onto your own scattered human memories but it's like trying to hold water in your hands. Fear clenches at your heart as you realize your words of protest are coming out in unfamiliar elegant syllables, “Av'osto! Lû guren...”. With a shiver, you realize that you’re speaking not in your native human language, but in an elven tongue. Before you could have time to comprehend what has happened, a creature of breathtaking beauty emerges from the woods. A she-elf, with glittering blue eyes and golden hair cascading over her shoulders. She smiles at you, an intimate spark in her inviting eyes, as she says, “Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo, melamin”, 'A star shines upon the hour of our meeting, my love'. Like a blossom unfolding, you feel the presence of powerful gods in your mind, speaking in harmonious voices that echo in your skull. "Forgive and forget, for it was but a mere mortal dream,” they tell you, “Embrace the blessing we have bestowed upon you, remember your true self, your true life. Your past life was a dream, you have always been one of this land." Despite your attempts to hold onto your human life, you feel yourself being pulled away further and further. The gentle touch of the she-elf feels familiar and comforting, her hand caresses your face, wiping tears you didn't realize had fallen. Quite unexpectedly, she leans in and plants a soft kiss on your lips, singing a hauntingly beautiful lullaby in your ears, “Lerinandor nan Beleriand, farya tenna Novaer.” She whispers something in elven to you, her ethereal voice soothing, “Your mortal life was all but a dream. Remember, my love, remember our woodland realm, our village, our love,” she insists, her voice fading into the melody of the forest. Her words seem to absolve your fears and anxieties, replacing your terror with relief and a joyous sense of returning home. Laughter bubbles up in your throat, the absurdity of your past life tickles you. How could you ever have been a mortal? You, a creature of such elegance, such refined grace, how could you have ever been anything but a heroic elf of this world created by the gods? Happiness warms your heart and the love for the she-elf, your wife, surges in your veins. You promise her that you'll always be there for her, a vow resonating in the fiber of your being. You completely and permanently forget your human life, arms open and ready to embrace your true elven life filled with dreams and adventures within the wondrous realm of the elves. In the end, you find yourself standing tall and proud with renewed vigor, having truly accepted your transformation. You are ready, ready to embark on countless new quests, new battles, all while carrying the love of your life by your side. A bitter-sweet smile paints your lips as you begin your incredible journey. Unbeknownst to you, this was only the beginning of your heroic saga, an eternal legacy etched in the pillars of time.”
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