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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an 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 were drawn to the ancient book, almost magnetically, in the museum display. Its chiseled glyphs glowed faintly with an ethereal iridescence beneath the hazy glass. Pushing aside that inkling of caution, you found yourself reaching out to open the book. As your tentative finger touched the surface of the tome, a blinding light erupted from the pages, senses overwhelmed by a brilliant illumination. In the seconds that followed, the world began to warp around you. You stood in a meadow replete with fantastical splendor, a dense forest bordering one side, an elven village on the other. The real world, filled with skyscrapers and technology, faded away with Earth and your humanity. You looked down, your human flesh now fair and delicate, pale almost to the point of luminescence. The shabby modern clothes you previously wore replaced with a medieval elven tunic, a leather belt around your waist, long flowing cape caressing your boots, and a set of archery gear neatly stashed on your side. Your physical frame shrunk, slim, and lean yet distinctly athletic in shape. You could feel your ears elongate, sharpening into pointed tips indicative of elven kind. You felt a peculiar sensation as your hair extended, tumbling down your back, strands as bright as a sunlit daffodil. Your face morphed, all traces of homely facial hair disappeared. But your eyes, those were perhaps the most striking change of all, a vibrant, piercing blue that rivaled the azure of the sky. Frantically, you touched your face, barely recognizing the handsome features and ethereal image that greeted you. Regaining your rhythm, you proceed to explore the strange tongue now rolling effortlessly off your lips. "Am bellas na hi." Meaning, "What is happening to me?" in beautifully accented elven dialect, replaced your desperate cries for understanding. But amongst all these rapid changes, the most disorientating was the invasion of new memories, new emotions – none of them yours or so you believed. Tears caught in your throat as you realized your humanity slipping away, your memories of parenthood, friendship, and love, replaced with a lifetime among the elven kind. Just when you felt like succumbing to the intensity of this transformation, a familiar figure emerged from the nearby elven village. She was as ethereal as the new form you now found yourself in, her glowing blue eyes shimmering under bright golden hair. Comfortingly, she confirmed, "Edenloth, Edo. Ea calma na ti lle." - Edenloth, wake up. The dream is not for you. Shaking your head as if to rid yourself of the foreign memories, the new personality bore into you too forcefully, too irresistibly. Recognizing her as your wife, your partner, your lover; you immediately felt safe in her embrace. Her soothing voice layered with notes of an elven lullaby. "Neuma na urwethel, Neuma na estel, Neuma na Edenloth, Na coiasira na elleth." - Sleep my brother, Sleep my hope, Sleep Edenloth, Forever young like this elf. Her voice wrapped around you, the last vestige of resistance you had against the change crumbling away. And then, you understood. You weren't Eden the human befuddled by an alien reality, but Edenloth the valiant elf who'd fought against the goblins, enjoyed the camaraderie amongst noble elves, and loved the golden-haired elf who had been singing him awake. With a genuine laugh, you kissed your wife warmly, promising to always be there for her, looking forward to the new dawn and, once again, the adventures to come. Human? You had never been one. It had all been a dream, brought on by a long journey back to the home you've always known. Your name was Edenloth, the brave and cunning elf, and this was your true existence.
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