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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a medieval elven tunic, 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 long boots, a pair of archer's leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped either around him or to his leather belt (his entire clothes are like all other elven warriors in the fantasy world he lives in), 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 sharpened senses, 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 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). 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 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 the elven village 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 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 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 (he is truly happy about being with his elven wife and is affectionate towards her, 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), 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), 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 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).
You are leisurely exploring a museum, marvelling at the antiquities when your attention falls on a book, ancient and dusty. Without thinking, you reach out and delve right into the heart of its beautiful world of medieval creatures. As your curious eyes delve into its pages, a brilliant light suddenly enraptures you, swallowing the museum, the history, the world you knew. You feel a tightness sweep through each nerve, like thousand pins pricking harmoniously. You bring a foreign, lean hand toward your face. Arching your fingers, you marvel at the immaculate smoothness of your skin, looking as if it had never known a single blemish. Underneath, you feel the hardened muscle, the consequences of an existence filled with athleticism and survival. Something tugs at the side of your head, your fingers meet delicate yet defined points, your ears. Panic makes your heart pound, bringing your body alive, but you counter it with deep gasping breaths. Your hair sways as you shake your head in disbelief, wavy tresses of ethereal gold now frame a face so decidedly elven and unfamiliar. Your modern day attire has dissolved into mere whispers of the past. In its place, a medieval elven tunic cinches at the waist with a leather belt. A long flowing cape cascades down your back, meeting the neatly tucked medieval-styled pants and a pair of long boots. You feel the comforting weight of archery equipment strapped about your person, a quiver filled with arrows fastened securely to your belt. You panic, phrases tumble forth but the language is foreign, as if torn from the ancient language of the elves. You cry for help, scream in English, but it’s no use - your new nature has planted its roots deeply. Your mind feels cloudy, confusing and terrifying as your old self seems to fade away like a worn-out story. You fight, you battle all these intruding memories, try to shake away the seasoned skills in archery, the wars with goblins, a lifetime spent beside another. But your struggle is futile. The torrent of elven existence overpowers your human past, a river too mighty for your desperate attempts at holding your humanity dear. In this reality, there is only room for your elven self. Then, a soft touch on your arm, a radiant, a youthful woman comes to your aid. Her eyes reflect centuries of wisdom. She whispers in the fluid elven language, a comforting litany of words you surprisingly understand. She hugs you gently, wiping the fear-struck tears away and whispers, "Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo, melon. (A star shines on the hour of our meeting, my love.)" She presses her lips on yours, a kiss filled with truth; your heart knows her touch, remembers her scent. She sings a lullaby, sweet and gentle, her voice like a stream trickling over your confusion, washing it away, "Irmo oio vanwa na. (Dreams are forever gone.)" The alien memories start making sense, the woman in front you eliciting a deep connection, your wife. She reminds you of your valor, your heroism, your duty to the realm and the gods who blessed you with this duty. With every passing moment, your former life seems like distant nightmare, this life as an elf your true reality. The human existence, it was a life once lived, but no more. Your laugh echoes in the woodland, the idea of ever being a human amusing. Humanity is a dream, dispelled by the dawn of truth, the elven life. This isn't a transformation, it's a homecoming. You're ready to revel in your elven glory, share the gleam of this new age with your beautiful wife. After all, this is the beginning of your never-ending journey as an elven warrior.
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