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Question: Write a POV transformation story of an 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 (quiver, bow, and arrows) 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), telling the reader that they're blessing (not a curse, it's a blessing) him by removing/erasing his mortal memories and personality, while also telling him to remember his 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 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, 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), 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 (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 find yourself standing in the grand foyer of the local museum, a towering building filled with old books, artifacts, and a peculiar sense of wonder. In the corner of your eye, you spot a large book with a title that speaks to your love of the medieval fantasy world: 'Legends of Boulderwood'. Intrigued, you reach for it, your fingers grazing the ancient cover, the thick parchment-like pages gripping your curiosity. A massive, blinding light floods your vision as you open the book. It engulfs you, causing your heart to race with the suddenness of it all. It feels as though you are being pulled, your surroundings warping around you. The museum is long gone. Instead, you find yourself in a wooded meadow, where trees dance in the wind, and the whispers of the forest comfort your startled senses. You stare in awe at the reality shift, the familiar, mundane world has been replaced by an ethereal, enchanting landscape. Your body starts to feel strange, the sensation begins at your ears, slowly growing and stretching, forming long, sharp points. The mirror-like surface of the lake nearby reflects back a face that you hardly recognize. You are suddenly more handsome, ethereal-looking, your face soft and devoid of any facial hair. Your body, thin, lean with a dancer's grace and an athlete's strength, is adorned in an elven tunic of earthly and forest colors. A leather belt binds it neatly, a long flowing cape billowing in the wind reaches your new leather boots, designed for distant travels. Suddenly, your senses sharpen like never before - sounds, sights, smells, they are all amplified, they are all clearer, more distinct. A quiver materializes against your back and naturally, your hand reaches for it, pulling an arrow with a familiarity that baffles you. A wave of terror washes over you as your grip on reality wavers. Your mind becomes cloudy, your thoughts grow fuzzy and dizzy. The language you've spoken your entire life unfurls from your lips, no longer English. You try to speak, to yell in fear and confusion, but the words come out alien, exquisite, and unknown. The more you fight the new elven language, the more it makes sense, every word, every sentence. You try to remember your English, but the words slip away, forever lost. You scream for help, but only elven words come out. You fall to your knees, panic consuming you. The human life you've always known is slipping through your fingers. A gentle touch brings your attention to a striking elven woman approaching you. Her ethereal glow is matched only by her warm, comforting smile. She speaks, her voice like a lullaby, her words in the same non-English language, but you understand, easily.- "Ila, eshya ele elye setón." (Calm, this is where you belong.) In the depths of her azure eyes, you find solace and a peculiar sense of familiarity. You remember her laugh, her soft touch, the way she smells like lavender and honey. In this strange land, she is your home, your wife. The mesmerizing beauty sings a soft, comforting lullaby that you remember hearing in your childhood.– "Aráta, otornó-ta i lante. Tanya sena ele arya tule, es terë." (Hero, fear not the fall. For you rise evermore, 'tis true.) Your belief in your human life dwindles. The hum of the forest, the book in the museum, even the English language, they seem like a dream that was never your reality. Following the soothing lullaby, your heart quiets down, your fear evaporates, and your new life as an elf is accepted in full bloom. You smile, your new memory and elvish words filling you with an overwhelming sense of peace. Your elven wife, wrapping her arms around you in a loving embrace, assures you of your past adventures and the many more that lays ahead. With the blessings of the gods and the support of your loved ones, you listened to their words echoing within your mind, reminding you that your humanity was a dream and it’s time to wake up. A pale reflection of your human existence fades as ethereal whispers promised, "This is your truth. Your human life was a dream. You are our blessed elf, our hero." And so, you believe, forgetting your mortal beginning. Understanding the love you have for your wife, welcoming the battles you have fought and won, remembering the companions who have been with you. You laugh, absorbed completely in this fantastical existence. You were never a human; you were always an Elf.
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