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Question: Write the 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), 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, 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're just a regular guy, living a regular life until one afternoon, your reality takes a drastic turn. It starts with a visit to the museum where an old, dusty tome about medieval fantasy creatures catches your attention. You can't resist the allure, and with a sense of curiosity overwhelming your otherwise logical mind, you open it. Beams of pure, blinding light burst from its pages, enveloping you completely. Suddenly, everything is spinning, the museum and all its historical artifacts fading away. Colors swirl around you in a kaleidoscope of magic and mayhem. Suddenly, there's a crackle in the air and a subtle change that you perceive with senses that are no longer entirely human. Your heart freezes as a dreadful realization dawns upon you - you're being transformed. You're engulfed in a foreign energy that starts to soften your human traits. Your body slims down, becoming leaner but notably more muscular. You gasp as your ears elongate and taper to a point - you're becoming an elf. However, the changes are not just physical. A cool wave sweeps over your mind; it feels like you're sinking, losing bits and pieces of your memories as a human. Your life as John or Chris or whatever was your name is being erased, replaced by a new, elvan identity. This reality is terrifying and you fight it, you try to scream out to your mom, your dad, anyone. However, no intelligible word comes out, instead a string of musical, lilvan syllables escapes your lips. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to convince yourself this is just a dream. You're not on some fantastical quest; you're not at war with goblins; you're not married to a beautiful elvan woman; you're not an elvan hero. But the harder you fight, the stronger the memories become, as if fighting the new memories fuels them. These pasts, false or not, feel vivid, real, even more real than your life as a mortal being. Suddenly, a soothing voice fills the space. It's soft, melodic, comforting — a voice you know from your new 'memories.' Instantly, your heart relaxes; it's her- your wife. The sweet, ethereal being whose memory is becoming so familiar. "calen-lasson vae," she whispers, wiping away your tears with her gentle touch. It's strangely comforting, it means 'Be calm, my love'. Her touch is gentle, her eyes filled with such compassion, that you can't help but surrender to the illusion. She sings a soft lullaby, the melody familiar and comforting. "An sui lû, ristathon velith, Lû ai melethron shîn vae," Her words, though foreign, tug at your heart in a way you can't understand. It doesn't take a linguist to tell it means 'In dreams, I will find truth, Dreaming is my love for you.' You let her voice sooth you, easing the tension from your changing form. In the safety of her presence, the fear washes away. The monsters in your head quiet, replaced by gentle whispers of the gods guiding you. Their words soothe your heart, reminding you that this transformation is a blessing. Life carries on. With long, blonde hair that glimmers gold under the sun, bright blue eyes sharp and clear, the physique of an elvan warrior clad in a forest-colored tunic and leather boots, you embrace your role as a hero of this realm. Your bow and quiver strapped around your waist, your posture elegant, almost regal, the air of a born warrior radiates from your lithe form. Time never touches you as an elf, your youthful looks eternal, ever-charming. But, most importantly, you're happy. You're loved, cherished, a hero in your own right, protecting your world with your unique elvan abilities. You laugh at the idea of your old life, a dull life as a human, claiming it was all a dream. As you lay down at night, the last thought that crosses your mind is how grateful you are that you walked into that museum. That you're living a life full of magic and love, a life worth living. You're an elf, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
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