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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, 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), 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 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 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. 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 archaic smell of pages filled your nostrils as the museum echoed around you - a shrine to relics of bygone eras. Strolling through rusty shields, cracked pottery, and priceless artifacts, your gaze landed on an alluring ancient book. Ornate designs illuminated the cover, tempting you with promises of bygone lore. Curiosity drew you in. The pages flipped down to the chapter of elves, a beacon summoning you. As your fingers traced over the beautifully poetic elven script, "Thalthû nó apsenë" ("Beneath the stars we dwell"), an ethereal light cascaded from the book, engulfing you in its enveloping radiance. Skin tingling with an uncanny pulse, panic welled inside you as you glanced down, your body evolving. Pale, sinewy arms; long fingers donned in supple leather gloves. Fabric of a tunic and cape replaced the casual attire you donned; your pants styled to the tastes of the medieval time, tucked into matching long boots. Looking onto a nearby mirror, a handsome face framed by fair, long blonde hair, glowing of youth, peered back. But the crowning transformation, those distinct, pointed ears... “Cala quessë…” ("Bright heart"), you muttered, your voice now harmonious and vibrant, as if a melody. You spun in bewilderment; the museum melted away, the damp, ancient stone replaced by nature’s grandest cathedral: a forest, untouched by man’s hand. Panic reared its monstrous head. Struggling to maintain composure, your thoughts jumbled, unfamiliar words tumbled from your mouth, the once known English language a mere echo. Bracing yourself against an old tree, everything began to change. You felt an onslaught of alien memories, strange traditions, faces you've never seen before - an entire lifetime that wasn't yours. “No! I remember… I must remember…” You plead in the ancient elven tongue, your hands clutching your head, tears welled up in your beautiful blue eyes. But the human memories were slipping away, sand through your fingers. Suddenly, a rustle echoed through the forest, drawing your gaze to a lovely form garbed in a flowing dress. Her soft voice, like the trickling of a brook, echoed your name, but it was strange, an elven name. She moved towards you with graceful strides, the anxiety momentarily pushed aside by the warmth in her gaze. "Labanye námacarya" ("Tranquil is our fate"), she whispered, her glacial blue eyes brimmed with a deep compassion. She weaved her fingers into yours, her touch igniting a sense of familiarity. Panic ebbed, her gentle aura soothing your disoriented mind. She kissed your forehead, an action so intimate, it sent waves of recognition through your core. The realization hit you. This ethereal beauty was your wife. “You’ve returned to me…” Her voice softened, “This human life, it was just a dream. Remember, love, Remember our vows beneath the moon, the battles waged, your heart braving against the goblins… remember your life." A cascade of memories flowed, him, the elven you, loved her, as did you. Finally, you smiled, accepting the embrace of a life you’ve reclaimed. Reality rearranged itself around you, molding the world to the medieval era. Forests filled with mythical creatures, lively elf villages, an enemy, the goblins, battling for dominion – the compelling sight of a world brimming with magic, now truly yours. Ya vanesse quen ho sanwen nai- halmë. ("So shall it be, as the heart wills"). The elven words escape your lips, a lodestone pulling you away from the remnants of humanity, tethering yourself firmly into this mythical existence. The confusion, the panic, receded, replaced by a serene happiness. The human life, the museum, the chaos of transformation, they all faded like waking from a dream. You, a reincarnate lord of the mythical realm, looked at your wife. Your life was here, your heart was here. Forever an elf, amidst the fair folk beneath the stars. Welcome home.
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