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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an 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, 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), 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 (she's happy to see the human reader turning into her brave husband and warrior elf) 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 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 nor the transformation that had happened) and is happy that his life as a brave and adventurous elf warrior (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. 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).
Your day had commenced just like any other. You were walking through your city's history museum, a place you frequented due to your passion for the obscure, and out of curiosity. You find a quaint, worn-out book labeled 'The Chronicles of Yore: Tales of Ancient Beings.' As you open the book, a sudden surge of blinding light floods the room. You can scarcely believe your eyes as you glance down and see your hands transforming. Roughened human hands become dainty and long-fingered, with skin as pale as a waning moon. You feel a burst of strength pump through your body, as your form becomes lean and athletic. Your old T-shirt and jeans dissolve, replaced by a leaf-green tunic, mahogany pants and long boots. A quiver materialises on your back, full to the brim of arrows. You can feel their weight, sense that they will fly true to their target when released. Alongside the quiver, comes a magnificent bow, long and curved. Handcrafted leather gloves slip onto your hands, their fit perfect. Your once rounded ears lengthen and become pointed at their ends. Struggling and horrified by the changes, your hands dart to your face. It feels surreal, like a dream. Your once strong jawline thins, becoming ethereal yet stunning. A quick swipe across your mouth confirms the absence of facial hair. Frantically, you dive for a reflective surface, the polished shield of a medieval knight providing a distorted view of your new face. Your brown hair has turned blonde, flowing down to your shoulders like spun gold. Your once olive skin, now porcelain-like, encapsulates your mesmerising blue irises. Suddenly, the world around you begins to warp and shift. The once-familiar museum dissolves into a beautiful, mystical forest. Trees rise to the sky, their boughs choked with vibrant green leaves. An emerald river flows nearby, nourishing the wooded meadow carpeted by wild flowers around it. Your mind begins to fill up with all new information, new memories, new understanding. You start speaking in an unfamiliar, yet beautiful and fluid language which sounds like softly babbling brooks and rustling leaves. "Mae govannen," you hear yourself greet. (Translation: 'Well met.') Tears fill your eyes. The humanity you once knew evaporates, replaced by an uncanny calm and grace. You begin to forget names, faces that were once familiar now just faded imprints. But you fight, shaking your head, trying to hold onto them, crying out in this strange tongue, urging for help. All in vain. Your former life slips away, like sand through fingers. From the nearby village, a striking elven woman approaches. She says nothing, but her eyes shine with recognition. She wraps her arms around you and whispers comforting words. "Na lû e-govaned vîn," she tells you, her voice as soothing as a lullaby. (Translation: 'This is your true self.') Your heart fills with love, not understanding how or why, but accepting it nonetheless. You realize she is your wife, your beloved, your life. Tears stop as a wave of assurance floods back through your veins. You are right where you're supposed to be, as you've always been. An elf. And with this acceptance, your humanity flickers out, leaving only the immortal elf, the brave warrior, the loving husband. The whispered words of your elven wife comforting you into acceptance as she states: "Na lû. Vedui’ lle anai. " (Translation: 'It was only a dream. Welcome home, my love.') Now, your wife’s comforting embrace is all you know, her elven lullaby drifting you away into a world of eternal youth and immortality. You forgot what it was like being a human, who you once were, as you accept this new reality, this new life. As if it's always been true, it's always been your life, forever the life of an elf. Your time as a human was but a dream, a fleeting illusory moment. And the dream was over. Reality was now, and it was beautiful.
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