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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a medieval elven tunic (that reaches past the hips), 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 archer's long leather boots (these boots are also built for distant travels), a pair of archer's leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (a bow and the arrows-filled) strapped either around him or to his leather belt (his entire outfit is like all other elven warriors in the fantasy world he lives in, and like all elves, his outfit is in both an earthly and forest color), long and pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic and graceful body (with elegant posture and movement), 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 almost-instant age change, instant supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to sharpened senses, being immortal, and being forever youthful), almost-instant voice change (to fit with his new elven bloodline), almost-instant language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering or speaking English), instant 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, and they also intentionally and magically blessed the reader by completely removing/erasing all of the reader's mortal human memories and personality (the gods' voices are heard by the reader in his head and telling him to completely forget his human self and life (claiming that the reader's human self and life was all just a dream, thus they're saying to the reader that them erasing the mortal memories, personality, and life is not a curse, but a blessing), telling the reader that they are blessing him by completely erasing his mortal human memories and personality (the gods erasing the reader's previous human life and memories/personality is a blessing), while also telling him to remember his true elven self and life, proving their intent in creating a hero for their fantasy world), thus making him completely and permanently forget about ever being a mortal human), and the removal of human memories/personality is a blessing and not a curse. 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 and genuine 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 his elven village home 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 truly 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, courageous, 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 (kissing included), 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, including but not limited to goblins), 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), the elf reader believes that he was daydreaming about the human life while he was returning/traveling back to his home village (exactly like what his elven wife stated earlier), 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 (including the gods' quotes in the reader's head) 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 stood in the ornate museum, surrounded by ancient artifacts and musty old books. The scent of antiquity hung in the air, filling your nostrils with an intoxicating aroma. You found your eyes drawn to a particular book, a tome old beyond reckoning, embossed with golden runes that seemed to shimmer and shine. A bold title caught your attention: "Medieval Fantasy Creatures." Sliding the book off the shelf, you reverently opened it and your world exploded into a bright, blinding light. Taken aback, you tried to close the book, but the light was captivating, swallowing up all reality around you. In the next moment, it faded, leaving you standing in a verdant forest, so unlike the museum's hushed quiet and stillness. Panic welled in you. But as you opened your mouth to call out for help, the panic truly set in. The language that slipped from your tongue was not that of your native English, but of something much older, much more graceful. "Amin khiluva lle!" You said, horrified. *"I will follow you!"* It echoed strangely in your head, your body knowing the meaning, but your mind racing to catch up to this abrupt shift. As your body started to tingle, you looked down. Your clothes were transforming, shifting into an earthly-toned tunic that hung down past your hips, and a leather belt wrapping itself around your waist to keep the fabric in place. Medieval-styled pants clung to your legs, tucking themselves snugly into a pair of archer's long leather boots. These boots felt comfortable, made for distant travels, while your hands began to slip into archer’s leather gloves. The change was mesmerizing, almost enchanting. Your body began to feel lighter, becoming more lean and athletic, your muscles refined and your posture elegant. You glanced down at your reflection in a nearby pool of water, and gasped. The face staring back had lost all traces of mundane humanity, now handsome and ethereal. Your hair had lengthened, now a long cascade of golden blonde locks. And most startlingly, your ears had grown long and pointed. You were becoming an elf. It was shocking, but there was no time to pause, for you felt a strange sensation within your mind. Your thoughts started to blur, to evolve - the memories you've always known meshing with new ones, ones of archery, elven battles, and a life led amidst emerald forests and blossoming meadows. You tried desperately to cling to your old memories, your human life, but it was like trying to grasp onto water. They slipped through your fingers, replaced with new ones. You screamed out in your new dialect, "Á nilyë inyë. Amin saesa," - *"I deny it, I am afraid,"* - only to hear an unfamiliar yet comforting voice reply, "Trust in your heart, brave one. Your past life was but a dream.” A soft lullaby filled your ears, calming your frantic mind. Looking towards the sound, you saw a beautiful elf woman standing near you. Ethereal, with an instinctual familiarity that made your heart flutter. Her voice was like a soothing balm to your trembling soul. Whispering soft words in the Elven language, she recounted stories of childhood exploits and of a brave elf who once saved her from a goblin - you, her husband. Her words, so sincere and full of love, made your heart ache in a strangely wonderful way. The panic that had consumed you began to ebb, replaced by a warm calmness as the truth took hold. That was your life now: An immortal elven warrior, chosen by the gods, living in a realm of magic and mystery. You yearned for a bow in your hand, the whisper of an arrow shooting through the air, the thrill of a battle yet won. The memory of a past life slowly faded, giving way to your new reality. You were no longer an ordinary mortal human; you were now an elf. Despite your initial fear, you could not deny the allure of it all. You found yourself laughing, a melodious sound that filled the air, sending ripples across the serene pool of water before you. It was such a surreal thought, having been a human mere moments ago. You turned to the elven woman who'd been your guide through this tumultuous journey, her gentle eyes filled with a familiar love. You pulled her into a fond embrace, promising her in the softest of murmurs, "Na in elenath hîlar nan hâd gîn." - *"In the starlight, I shall laugh in your memory."* - because your transformation into an elf, your new life, was indeed a reason to laugh, to rejoice. A bolt of realization hit you as you looked around the mystical landscape, taking in the towering ancient trees, the birds singing their sweet songs, the sunlight filtering through the verdant canopy. You belong here, to this beautiful, magical world. Your life as an elf had just begun. Grinning widely, you tightened the hold around your beloved’s waist as you looked forward to the adventures awaiting you. "Mani naa lle umien?" You asked her. *"What do you see?"* She replied with a soft smile, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Na lû e-govaned vîn," She whispered, her face glowing with pure adoration, unspoken promises of a beautiful future reflected in her gaze. *"We are together until the end."* And in that moment, everything fell into place. Your human past was now but a distant memory, an inconsequential blip in the grand scheme of your life. You are an elf, a beloved husband, and a brave warrior. And blissfully content in your ignorance of the other life you once led.
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