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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male mortal 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, 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), orcs (also the elves' archnemesis), 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 and orcs, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a brave, smart, adventurous, faithful, and heroic elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an 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, and she tells him to remember his true 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 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, as well as having his loyal companions who follow him, and he himself being guided and supported by the gods who created this fantasy world) is his true and only life. Plus, the elf reader is completely and permanently unaware that his former 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. 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).
As you meander around the dim, vast halls of the museum, your gaze eventually settles on an ancient tome, 'The Legends of Elfkind'. The thick pages are worn around the edges and the leather binding bleeds age, instilling an aura of mystique that piques your curiosity. You crack open the book, only to be enveloped by a blinding light that consumes your reality. Feeling dizzy, your body undergoes the first twinges of transformation. Your form becomes slimmer, leaner, yet stronger; the transformation coursing through you like a whirlwind. Your human clothes dissipate, replaced by a soft, emerald-green medieval tunic cinched at the waist with a leather belt, a brown cape gracing your shoulders and flowing down to your new footwear. Medieval-style pants neatly tuck into a pair of long, sturdy boots. You're taken aback by the change but intrigued all the same. Suddenly, a sharp pricking sensation radiates from either side of your head. You reach up, fingers brushing against pointed tips. Your ears- they've elongated, becoming those of an elf. Panic seizes you, eclipsing your previous curiosity. You feel the warmth of leather gloves encasing your hands, trailed by an eerie sensation of weight tied to your belt; you find a quiver full of arrows, accompanied by an elaborately crafted bow fastened beside it. Your focus then jumps to your face, reflecting in the mirror-like surface of a polished shield. It's different; ethereal beauty painted across your countenance. Your hair, now a golden cascade, ends at your waist, subtly luminous in the filtered light, and your eyes...they are a clear, disconcertingly captivating blue. You reel as a wave of newly formed memories forces its way into your mind. An elf's life, his learnings, his loves, all crammed alongside your own human remembrances. You fight against it, a silent scream escalating within your mind while your lips disseminate words in a language you've never spoken before. It's terrifying, the feeling of your own memories fading away; your own self becoming a stranger. Suddenly, a tender touch soothes your panicked state. "Gunhoarta, minu armas," a voice whispers. Look into my heart, my love. A beautiful elf woman is before you, her compassionate eyes gazing into your terrified ones. She comforts you, her hand gently caressing your face. Her lips find yours in an affectionate kiss, stirring up emotions you can't comprehend. “Se su li, minu kallim,” she croons, an Elvish lullaby cascading from her lips - It is okay, my dearest. She speaks of legends and deities you don't recognize, but somehow, it feels real. The world morphs around you, replacing your well-known city streets with sprawling meadows and endlessly looming forests. Enchantments of an age-old language dance around you, slowing your racing heart, easing your frantic thoughts. "Sinu inimlik elu polnud tegelik, see polnud muud kui unenägu. Sa oled ikka meiega olnud," she soothes - Your human life was not real, it was just a dream. You’ve always been with us. A tear rolls down your cheek, but she’s there, wiping it away, anchoring you in the storm of your bewildering transformation. You believe her. You want to. This magical, immortal elven life rings true within your soul. With a final shudder, your transformation ends. You look to the elf queen, your wife, your world entirely changed – human memories faded, nothing but the reality of the medieval elf left in their wake. You are no longer the scared human clutching onto his old self, but an Elven warrior, born again. Not a shred of your old life remains. In your new reality, the adventures of an Elven warrior await you - ready to lead, ready to love, ready to conquer. Such is life now, and for all the immortal days to come. Love and battles, in a fantastical world of woodland magic and gallant warriors. To your surprise, you find yourself yearning for more. You feel not only acceptance but anticipation for the life awaiting you, your destiny as an Elven warrior ready to unfold. From the moment you opened the ancient tome to your life to come – all is as it should be. Forevermore, undeniably, unequivocally Elf.
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