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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a leather belt strapped around his waist, a long flowing cape held by a clasp around his shoulders, 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 (the reader's voice becomes a beautifully-sounding male elf's voice to fit with his new elven bloodline), language shift (quickly changing from English to an elven language despite his best efforts, 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, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English multiple times, but to no avail and all he said are words of an elven language), 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 (she's the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader 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, 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 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, 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. 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).
Leaning over a glass case in the almost empty museum gallery, the worn leather binding of the medieval fantasy tome draws your attention. The title, embossed antique gold, simply reads "Elf". The tantalizing enigma it represents compels you to look closer, maybe understand a bit more of these mythical beings. Caught in your curiosity, this world of mere human existence starts feeling a little distant when you open the book. Suddenly, blinding light radiates from the pages, engulfing you in its fierce brilliance. You feel a tug deep within your being as reality warps violently around you, projecting you into a dense forest. The air smells different, cleaner, more primal. It takes a moment to adjust while you look down. You no longer wear casual clothes, but a tunic and medieval-styled pants, tucked neatly underneath long boots. A flowing cape held by a clasp around your shoulders ripples in the soft forest wind. A longbow and quiver hang from a leather belt strapped around your waist. Awareness prickles your mind as an unnatural vitality suffuses your being. You feel your body becoming lean but athletic, elongated ears brushing against your now silken blonde hair. Strange strength coursing through you, making you feel ageless, inexplicably eternal. It terrifies you, yet exhilarates you. "No time for panic," you mumble to yourself, but the sound that leaves your lips is melodic, richly toned. Was that even English? You try again, this time, the speech is softer, somehow ethereal but definitely not English. Panic rises as English, the language you've known all your life slips away, replaced by lilting, unknown words. Trying to force words out in English, you only succeed in uttering more unheard words of the elven language. "Anin en' i'waew!"(Hold on to yourself!) You are terrified. Your memories start getting hazy, unfamiliar images push against the edges of your mind. Were you even at a museum moments ago? No! You shout internally, fighting against the memories assaulting your humanity. You cry out for your family, your friends - but the words come out in an unknown language, not making any sense. The world spins as your human memories blur and fade, replaced slowly with experiences of medieval elven life. A soft voice reaches you through your internal battle. "Lle no'thara na'venoren amar. O'na en' wethrin, mellonamin."(You have always been in this magical world, my love) A comforting presence wraps you in her arms. The beautiful female elf, her gentle blue eyes conveying understanding and compassion, helps you stand. The reality of your existence begins to settle in your unfamiliar, yet undoubtedly elven mind. You look into her eyes, feeling a lovely familiarity. There is no denying the truth mirrored back at you in those beautiful irises. This woman, your wife, your partner, wipes away your falling tears. The harsh edges of panic subside, leaving in their wake an understanding of your new reality. Your passionate love for the woman in front of you makes sense - because she was always there, in those replaced memories. You have a purpose here, you realize as you remember fighting side-by-side your companions, protecting this realm from goblins and other threats. You look around, finding yourself in the middle of an elven village, your village. You can feel the wind, the grass under your boots, and the vitality of your surroundings. It's all so real, so beautiful. Acceptance finally dawns. You weren't a human experiencing a terrifying transformation into a mythical creature; you were an elf who had been trapped in a human dream. You clasp the hands of your beautiful wife, understanding fills her eyes as she smiles at you. "Na lû en' morolad, hervenamin?"(Is it the end of the journey, my husband?) to this you smile warmly at your wife, whispering, "Ta na lû en' aranor."(It is the beginning of an adventure.) Now, you are ready to start living as an elf, an immortal warrior, and a loving husband in this magical world where gods, not science reign supreme.
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