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Question: Write the 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, 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 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).
You find yourself wandering the labyrinthian halls of the local museum, the serene quiet pierced only by your own footsteps echoing off the marble floors. In the corner of one of the rooms, a large book tucked away behind a glass case catches your attention. "The Lore of Elvenkind", the title reads, its golden letters engraved on the ancient cover. Without thought, you open the case and your gloved fingers trace the weathered pages. A sudden strong gust of wind whirls around you as you flip to a chapter on 'The Transformation of Mortals'. As you take it in, a blinding light engulfs you, forcing your eyes shut. Once the light dissipates, you feel the chill of the breeze on your newly enhanced ears, their tips elongated into pointy ends. Your clothing is replaced with a tunic, a billowing cape and medieval-styled pants tucked into long boots. Leather gloves encase your hands and a quiver, bow, and arrows strap around you. Your body feels leaner yet distinctly athletic. Examining your reflection in a nearby stream, you take in your ethereal-looking face, your once average features now otherworldly. No trace of facial hair remains on your lower face and your once brown hair is now a golden beauty cascaded down to your shoulders. Your skin is pale, flawless, with irises of deepest azure. Beautiful, breathtaking, you now are an elven entity. You open your mouth to let out an exclamation, but the words are foreign yet strangely familiar. You're speaking in the tongue of the elves, English becoming an unfamiliar language. The scenery around you changes, the museum replaced with a lush and untamed wooded meadow leading to a fantasy-esque elven village. Suddenly, memories flood in. They are not your own, but you can't help but embrace them. You recall an elven woman, her face gentle and loving, her voice comforting. She's your wife. You remember your home, the elven village, the archery skills you've honed over centuries. You relive wars against goblins and dragons, the enthralling wonders of mythical creatures. Your human life, mundane and mortal, starts to fade as if it was only a dream. Suddenly you panic. Terrified, you begin to try to fight against the new memories. You cry, shaking your head, attempting to remember your former life. But it is in vain. The elven memories consuming you, your human past forgotten, you scream as you struggle, “Dranna uvuuen istonea!" ("I don't want to forget!"). As if summoned by your pleas, an adult female elf appears. She opens her arms to you, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She speaks to reassure you, "Estelamin cuamin, Alassëa Eärendil, carilmea anna cinna." ("Don't worry, my love, Alassëa Eärendil, the dear one of our hearts."). As her words wash over you, you feel a calm you have not known for what feels like forever. She takes your hands in hers, leaning forward to kiss you gently. Your hearts sync, your fears dissipate. She hums softly to you, a lullaby in the elves' tongue. You've heard this lullaby before, it reminds you of the unending peace of the elven nights. Your fear ebbs away with the melody, replaced with comfort. With newfound belief, you accept the transformation. Your human life feels like a distant dream, a tale told. Now, you are truly an elf, immortal, strong, called Alassëa Eärendil, forever youthful and embraced by the arms of eternity. An overwhelming joy fills your heart. Your wife, your love, right beside you, your loyal companions waiting for you in your village, your life as a faithful elven warrior begins.
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