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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a 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 (a bow and the arrows-filled) 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, making English completely unfamiliar to him and he could no longer remember what English words mean nor how to say them), 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, thus they're saying to the reader that them erasing the mortal memories, personality, and life is not a curse, but a blessing), telling the reader that they are blessing him by completely erasing his mortal human memories and personality (the gods intentionally erasing all of the reader's previous human life and memories/personality is a blessing), while also telling him to remember his true 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 truly 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 truly 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, including but not limited to goblins), 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), the elf reader believes that he was daydreaming about the human life while he was returning/traveling back to his home village (exactly like what his elven wife stated earlier), 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).
The museum was quiet, the lonely echoes in the cavernous halls causing a chill to ripple down your spine. You traveled down a narrow corridor and found yourself drawn to an antiquity-filled room; a single book, ornate and aged, placed enticingly on a pedestal caught your eye. The cover was embossed with images of mythical creatures, dragons, goblins, and the captivating sight of regal elves. Without thinking, you reached out and opened it. A blinding light filled the room, engulfing you. Dizziness crashed over you like a tidal wave, a swirling sensation that caused a suddenness of disorientation. All at once, sensation returned; the gentle rustle of fabric against your now slender and athletic body, the touch of a medieval tunic, a leather belt cinched around your waist, a flowing cape, and long boots. You looked down at your gloved hands and saw a reflection of your face, handsome and ethereal. A slight puff confirmed the faint growth of pointed ears, while your gut churned with an otherworldly sensation that your human life was fading away. The English language, a once familiar friend, slipped and dripped through your mind like melting wax. Words and phrases of a lilting, serene tongue took their place. You opened your mouth, attempting to curse, to cry out in your familiar tongue, but your screams fell silent in your throat. In their English language, they would be perfect cries for help, but out of your mouth sprung forth the delicate, melodic language of the elves. Your own terror-stricken pleas were lost upon you, nothing but beautiful, strange syllables, utterly horrifying in its transformational bliss. Understanding bloomed and terror gnawed at you as you realized every human memory, every recollection of home, family, friends, of Earth and reality as you knew it, was fading; replaced by overwhelming sensations of sharp senses, knowledge of archery, memories of dragging wars with goblins, joys and sorrows of an elven life, and oddly, a love that wasn't yours. A love for a woman, an elven woman, an enchanting vision of your wife. Your muscles clenched and your heart pounded, every fiber of your being strained against the onslaught of elven transformation, but the process was as inexorable as time. The more you pushed back, the more heavily the elven mind pushed forward, obliterating your humanity, snuffing it out, replacing it with elven grace, elven memories, and elven mannerisms. Suddenly, a new voice chimed in your head, "Fear not, human. This is not a curse, but a blessing," the god's voice echoed in your mind, as though they were standing right beside you, whispering those words into your ear. "Rejoice! for you are bestowed with eternal youth and immortality," they continued, "Forget the mundane, the mortal, you are our chosen hero. Embrace your new life." Suddenly, a figure stepped into view. Her eyes were jewel-like, impossibly beautiful, her skin pale as moonlight, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. This was the woman you knew as your wife. She moved towards you, her flowing robes airily touching the ground. She reached out to you, her soft hands brushing against yours. "My Love, it is time to come home," she said, speaking in the lilting elven tongue, yet you understood perfectly, recognizing it as your wife's comforting voice. Her words chased away the dregs of your humanity, and you finally gave in, let go, letting the elven reformation take its full toll, turning you into an elf - the heroic warrior elf who was blessed by the gods themselves. >You gratefully accepted the ethereal woman’s embrace, the comfort drowning out fear and instinctual awareness. The thought of being a human, the finger memories of typing on a keyboard, driving, cellphones; they're all just a dream. You remembered now. Indeed, you have always remembered. A soft song of lullaby washed over you like a balm, the musical language soothing you. "Melin ceni hin lû n'othored far," she sang softly. You did not need to know what that means, you just knew that the essence itself was soothing. It meant "I love seeing your determination, my warrior." You closed your eyes, feeling the irrevocable transformation sweep over you in waves. The melody of the lullaby faded, to be replaced with the sounds all around: the rustle of the leaves, the smell of the forest earth, the distant hustle of an elven village. It was home, it was your reality now. Life like an elven warrior begins, with your newfound comrades, your beautiful wife, and blessings of the gods. Smiling, you stepped forth into your new life.
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