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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the 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), 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 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, 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 companions who follow him, and he himself guided and supported by the gods) 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, 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).
Your voice echoed in the dusty museum, the quiet hush almost sacred as you browsed through ancient artifacts. A particular old book, with worn edges and fading gold letters declaring 'Fantasy Creatures of Medieval Times', caught your eyes, tugging at your subconscious fascination for everything mythical. An overwhelming impulse made you open it, the musty smell of centuries encapsulating you while the rest of the bustling world faded away. Just as your eyes skimmed over the first paragraph, you were engulfed in a blinding brightness. An unexpected surge of energy coursed through your veins, your body trembling in its wake. Panic seeped in your consciousness as you lost contact with the museum’s worn carpet under your feet and felt soft grass instead. The scent of pine, oak, and flowers replaced the musky smell of old books, but your bewildered senses could hardly grasp your new surroundings. Your body felt different, thin yet strong, athletic yet lean. Your old clothes vanished, replaced by a soft tunic, fitted medieval-style trousers neatly tucked into long boots. You could feel the archery equipment - a supple leather quiver, a bow, and arrows - fastened securely at your side. The transition was as seamless as it was swift. Your reflection on a nearby brook left you aghast - a lithe figure with long pointy ears, no facial hair but bushy, blond eyebrows rested on a sharp, ethereal face with captivating blue eyes and long blonde hair cascading down. Your skin was fairer than before, smooth as porcelain with an almost glowing quality. A sudden influx of memories not-your-own invaded your mind like relentless waves crashing onto the shore. Images of archery training, battles with hideous goblins, an elven village that suddenly felt like home flooded you with a deep sense of nostalgia. Against that surge, your normal human memories felt insignificant, fading into oblivion. You desperately tried clinging onto them, desperation creeping up on you as English words gradually started fading from your memory, replaced by elegant, elven language instead. You instinctively understood the words yet your human mind screamed in protest at the invasion. A sudden voice pulled you out of your whirlpool of confusion, soft with a cadence resembling a melody. Roughly translated it said, "My love, your furrowed brows distress me. What bothers you?" You recognized her instantly, her beautiful eyes gleaming with comfort as she approached, bearing an ethereal glow much like yours. The elven woman, donned in silken robes with flowers adorning her golden hair was your wife. You felt it in your bones, even though the thought was foreign, unfamiliar. Her kindness was soothing as she held you, whispering to you that your previous life was a dream that had passed. Her soothing lullabies filled the air, a soft melody that spoke of omnipotent gods, ageless love, and courageous warriors. "Fëanáro holma, vanya oron, nessa amil," she sang, 'Strong warrior, fair as the mountain, youthful mother.' As the last remnants of your human self evaporated, you felt relief and accepting the memories as your own. While the knowledge of your transformation was erased from your mind, leaving you with the comforting notion of being a wise, immortal elf, a revered warrior, husband to a beautiful Elven woman, the horror of your shifting reality gave way to peace. You were, after all, as the Gods had intended - a Fantasy elf, dwelling in a woodland grove, in utter harmony with the ethereal realm.
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