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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), 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 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 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. 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).
Suddenly, it's you standing in a serene candlelit museum atrium. The past exhibits blend into one another as your gaze settles on a weathered book resting on emerald velvet. A title in gilded letters breathes a tantalizing allure, "Creatures of the Forgotten Realm". You approach, curiosity piqued, and reach towards it, leather-gloved hand trembling slightly with anticipation. As your fingertips brush the ancient tome, a disorienting flash of brilliant, radiant light envelops you. The museum and its artifacts melt away like chalk drawings in the rain, leaving only an eerie silence behind. When your vision clears, harsh reality hits - your surroundings have drastically changed. Your conservative suit shifts into a rich, verdant tunic. Your clothing is complete with intricate etchings and a hooded cape woven from deep forest green cloth. A quiver loaded with golden-tipped arrows accented with fletching of blue peacock feathers, rests easily on your back and a birchwood bow, carved delicately with elvish symbols is cradled in one hand. Thickly padded, high, dark leather boots lend confidence to your stride. Abruptly, a rush of crystalline coolness assails you as physical changes mold your form. You feel a disturbing pull on your ears, becoming elongated and pointed, while your stocky body slims down, growing taller with an athletic grace you'd never known. As you touch the smoothness of your now bare cheeks, you notice your hair has grown out, cascading down in variegated hues of moon-kissed blonde, striking against your now alabaster pale skin. The peculiar reflection in the nearby stream startles you - a pair of alluring, icy blue eyes gaze back. Suddenly you notice the rambunctious goblins skulking among the woods and distant, serpentine figures unseen - dragons. Fear rises in you, along with the influx of new, strange memories. "Tawarwaith," you try to call out in terror, the word slipping from your mouth alien and bizarre. Your world seemed to collapse. You fight the emerging memories onslaught. “Lië nîn!” You yell out, begging for help, but your English words have morphed into the elven tongue. The sudden snatch of your language, its swift, confounding replacement with an unknown vocabulary erupts a feeling of cold dread. Would you ever remember who you were, would you ever again recognize your own face? From the forest edge, a fair-skinned elf maiden approaches, her exquisite emerald eyes filled with fond concern. She...seems familiar, but how? You can't remember. Turneränië, observer of the stars,” she sings softly, an elvish lullaby that both comforts and frightens you. With hands shaking, you reach out, finding a serene peace in her murmured assurances. "Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya. This isn't real," she coos to you, a reminder that your human life was a dream, easing your lingering distress, offering solace in her arms. Over the ensuing minutes, the woman's charm wraps around your doubts, effectively soothing your turmoil. By the time the large forest moon rises, calmness descends. “Estel,” you hear your voice speak, the whisper of faith in your acceptance of your new life. Your new name, Astaldo, the valiant, echoes in your mind, erasing the last trace of your human existence. As you look at your wife's tranquil face, the shared memories, centuries of immortal life, battles against goblins, your beloved archery all rush forth, filling you with fervent courage, a sense of divine guidance, an unshakeable faith in your destiny. Victory is ours, and Tranquility rules, you muse as the last vestige of your human life fades away, leaving behind a brave Elf warrior, Astaldo, born anew in the heart of your fabulous mythological world - a place filled with enchantment and unending adventures.
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