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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 (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 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).
You amble through the quiet lanes of the museum, exhibits boasting the splendor of ancient civilizations conversing with each other in their silent languages of artifacts and inscriptions. Your attention is captivated by an unusual book reclining on a velvet cushion in a glass enclosure. A placard reads, "Book of Laythien: A Chronicle of Medieval Fantasy Creatures". Intrigued, you request permission to examine it closer. The curator, studying you with curious eyes, hesitates but finally breaks the book free from its cage, placing it within your eager grasp. The moment your fingers brush against the timeworn leather, a blinding light engulfs you. Your world turns void of all color; the sunlight that filled the museum just moments ago is nothing more than a tinny echo now. When the light subsides, you are no longer in the museum. Before you stretches wild expanses of a wooded meadow. Nearby, a village lies tucked amidst the tall trees. A tidal wave of changes sweeps across you. Your ears elongate, tapering into a delicate point, your body slims and takes on a lean athleticism. The hairs on your chin recede, leaving your face smooth, while your hair turns a luminous halo of blonde. Your tired eyes find themselves rejuvenated, sparkling with a vibrant blue hue. Your clothing mirrors your new persona, an elven tunic adorns your body, a bow slung perfectly across the back, quiver filled with arrows hangs by your side, and a pair of long boots neatly sheath your feet. Suddenly, your brain whirls as if caught in a reckless storm. Your memories of your former life, the English language, the theory of evolution, science, and every grain of your existence on Earth evaporate. You feel yourself drowning in an abyss of nothingness, losing your battle against your fading human identity. Words you’ve never heard escape your lips and you tremble with unfamiliarity. The language is beautiful, harmonious, sweet, but not English. You cry out in your uncertainty, your pleas for help swallowed by the vast expanse of your new reality. But the fight is in vain. Faster than you can grasp, your mind replaces your fading human identity with those of an elf. Your name, once simple, now carries the lyrical charm of an elven tongue. Knowledge of archery, elven lore, and estranged fantasy beings floods your brain, replacing the atoms and cells you once knew. You’re an elf, a brave elven warrior, always have been. A gentle touch startles you out of your reverie. A woman, ethereal in her beauty, sparkles before you. Her hair, like spun gold cascades down, the kaleidoscope of the forest mirrored in her azure eyes. You feel a strange tug of familiarity, a feeling of belongingness. As your transforming mind struggles, her words flow over you like the softest of whispers. *"Hal'ara tena lye, lye Lurea,"* she speaks in the lullaby-like elven tongue. You were coming back from your quest, she explains, you were daydreaming, a dream of a strange world. Strange humans, a foreign language. None of it was real. You were always an elf. It seizes you then, a powerful surge of overwhelming acceptance, the knowledge that your path had always been intertwined with this fantastical world etched in the core of your being. You are home. You’ve always been home. You return her gaze, your new instincts trenching deep into your newly transformed psyche. You smile, a chorus of laughter bursting from the deepest caverns of your bewildered mind. An elf you were. An elf you are. An elf you shall be, till the end of days. The book had merely awakened you from a prolonged dream. The woman before you is your beloved, your companion, your wife. The gods have decreed your existence into this world. And as an elf, you accept their divine will. Your journey, although, unknown to you, had just commenced; as much as you believe it had been ages in the making. Embracing the reality of your existence, you prepare to embark on the epic conquest of living your true life as an elven warrior.
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