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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 cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, 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), 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), 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 and only remember being an elf). 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 losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as completely forgetting his previous language, with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence), 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 (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an elf himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), 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), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) and is happy that his life as an elf (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true 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, 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).
Feeling the smooth contour of the ancient book in your hands, you're catching your breath- a shiver vibrating down your spine. The pages are filled with amazing creatures, documented meticulously in aged, faded ink. Intrigued, you trace your finger delicately over the depiction of an elf, the ethereal creature seeming to glimmer on the page itself. Suddenly, as if mistakenly triggering a mystical trap, a blinding illumination spills forth from the book, engulfing you. Feeling a spark of panic ignite within, your last glimpse of reality pivots around the image of the elf. A furious jolt of energy crashes into your body, cycling a symphony of sensations that you've never felt before. Your once mundane form reshapes, reforms. Your ears tingle, muscles effortlessly slender, your body finding a perfect balance of agility and strength. Your once short hair cascades down your back as radiant strands of spun gold. There’s a sharp sensation as your skin shifts, lightening to an iridescent, ethereal shade, while your transformation carries on relentlessly. Your clothes mutate and contort around you, morphing into a tunic, a cape covering your shoulders, pants snug against your legs, boots and gloves made of the finest leather. Needles prick at your eyes, causing you to flinch; when you open them, they’re a crystal-clear sapphire. Starting with your name, English words bleed away. You can't recall them, even as you struggle to grapple with the fleeting memories. Terror floods your senses, and you cry out in a language that's flowing and lyrical yet entirely alien to you. "Elenya! Aiya, istan ninde! Amin merna quen!" (Help! Oh no, I'm afraid! I want to remember!) Your pleas, however, echo barren and wasted within this unrecognizable world transforming around you. As you struggle against the pulsating flood of new memories threatening to rob you of your old ones, a comforting presence envelops you. A female elf, draped in velvet, gracefully approaches you. She gives a comforting hug, her touch soft as feathers yet firm. She takes your hands into hers, presses her lips gently against yours in a heart-wrenching mixture of grief and consolation. She whispers into your ears in that same melodious language, filled with empathy and care, "Nalyë tulisse már, pendro. Nalyë er, ú-parma tela. Tula, eston nalyë." (You are becoming beautiful, my love. You are, above all, immortal. Come, remember who you are.) Her lullaby floats in the air, soothing and sweet, "Lómena vëa, lómena heru. Ala, pella. Peri nín." (Night's peace, night's lord. Hush, away. Forget me not.) She isn't just any elf, you realize; she’s your wife, your elven soul mate. And with the last vestiges of your human memory withering away, replaced by a profoundly significant love for this elven woman, a sense of familiarity washes over you, as does the comfort of hundreds of years of elven memories. On this foreign yet now familiar plane, you reckon that your old life was an elaborate dream. With a sigh of relief and a smile to your wife, you embrace your new reality as an elf, immortal and ageless, every bit the fantasy being you admired in that fated book... and you couldn't have been happier.
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