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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a long flowing 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, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English, 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/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 (she's the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader 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, 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 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 before or during the transformation, and is also completely unaware that his transformation had ever happened), 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, as well as having his loyal companions who follow him, and he himself being guided and supported by the gods who created this fantasy world) is his true and only 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).
Walking through the museum, you find yourself drawn to a section you'd never seen before. Ornate pieces of what seem to become ancient history surround you, but there is a particular book displayed under glass that catches your attention. The title is in a language you don’t understand, but the cover draws you in, featuring illustrations of mythical creatures. You reach out, your hand hovering above the glass, when a blinding light envelops you. Startled, you stumble backward, but your motions feel fluid, more graceful than you ever recall. Tugging at the new material close to your body, you find yourself clothed not in a t-shirt and jeans, but a tunic and medieval-styled pants neatly tucked into finely crafted long boots. A long flowing cape hangs off your shoulders and you notice medieval archery equipment strapped around your across your chest. Your fingers, laced in leather gloves, trace your softened face; touch your elongated, pointy ears. A river punches the air as you shake out what is now long blonde hair descending in waves down your back. Suddenly, your senses are amplified, the air sharper and filled with fragrances of wildflowers and rich earth. You watch as your exposed skin becomes pale, almost glowing, and your eye color shifts to a clear sky blue. You feel power coursing within your veins, and realize bizarrely, that you no longer fight the yawn that might betray your human's sleep cycle. Instead, you now possess an endless lifespan, an immortal and forever youthful entity. Your voice, when it echoes, is different, richer and smoother. Your tongue dances around trying to understand the shift in language. Every word forms in English but alters itself midway, the foreign vowels and syllables impossible to suppress. "Le nathlam hí..." you mutter, your words in elven translating to 'I am lost'. A new fear begins creeping into your mind as you draw upon the human term you long to use, but English simply does not come. The world spins as you feel something in your mind continuously clicking into place like adjusting puzzle pieces. Desperate to push away the onslaught of new memories, the world around you warps into a wooded meadow teeming with life. Glimpses of a nearby elven village flutter by, and you scream for your human family, for the world you’ve known, only realizing that only the melodic tunes of the elven language flowed. Just as your knees buckle, a woman appears, her face a reflection of celestial beauty. She whispers, “Anor en’Valinor, mellon (the sun shines upon us, friend).” Her words wrap around you, seeping into your skin and mind, soothing the overwhelming worry. Her touch is familiar as she tenderly brushes away the tear trickling down your cheek. In her embrace, comfort washes over you. The fragments of your human memories dissolve like sand in running water while the elven memories consolidate, filling each gap perfectly. The woman’s lullaby echoes in your ears, an elven memory plucked right out of your new life. Each note molds your body and mind, convincing you that you’re home. In her gaze, you find understanding, kindness, and love, and suddenly the woman isn’t a stranger anymore but a significant part of your history as an elf. You realize she's your wife and despite the life-altering transformation you’ve undergone, in her arms you find solace. “You were dreaming, melda curuma (my valiant one),” she says, her voice full of soft devotion. Her words turn the remnants of your human life into fragments of a dream that dissolves with each passing moment. You know now, though it should be strange, that this is your true existence. And so, your new life begins; cloaked in an elven persona, devoid of any human trace. You are an elf, a partner, a friend to many in the village, a fearless warrior fighting against goblins, and a loving husband to your elven wife. Despite the tremors of your transformation, you finally realize you’re living the life you were always meant to lead, a beautiful immortality ensconced in the embrace of your beloved elven realm.
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