Ask AI on The Internet
Question: Write a POV transformation story of an 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 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 (the light that engulfs the reader are caused by the gods of the fantasy world, as well as the elven woman who is the wife of the elven reader). 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. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an 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, 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).
In an instant, your fingers brush the delicate, age-worn pages of the vast tome before you. The museum stands still, hushed and holy around you as the book, encased in a protective glass-front box, sweeps you into an all-encompassing light. The blinding white morphs slowly, curving into a kaleidoscope of colors before it grows warm, enveloping you entirely. The mild sensation of cool air conditioning from the museum gradually becomes the gentle caress of a soft wind, intertwining with the distant, harmonious notes of birdsong. The sterile scent of the museum hall is usurped by the unique aroma of a mossy forest, grounding and eldritch. The light surrounding you subsides, eventually revealing your new surroundings - a verdant, brooding forest with the flickering shadows of its local denizens hovering just at its edge. You reach up to brush a stray lock of hair from your eyes, only to feel a pointy elegance at the tips of your ears. Beneath your fingers, your skin has lost its warm undertone, adopting a more porcelain quality. Your hair, once short and ashen, now tumbles down in a golden waterfall, hooded by a long, flowing cape. "Lavae’l," a soft voice interrupts your internal turmoil. The cup against your mouth halts mid-sip at the foreign syllables, and your brain struggles desperately to reconnect to the familiar. With trembling hands, you pull at your clothes – a medieval elven tunic, archery equipment, and a pair of boots. You're no longer in your usual jeans and hoodie, and dread seizes you by the throat. Your voice raises in alarm, trying to call for help, for someone to come and wake you up from this dream. But the words that fall from your lips are not English. They’re soft, lilting, beautiful - an elven language that, even though starkly alien, sounds intimate and homely. In your panicked state, a gazelle-like figure approaches you with a compassionate visage. She's breathtaking, her long silver hair gleaming in the mystical forest glow. Her eyes, deep pools of sapphire blue, reflect love and care as she reaches out to you. "Ninde amin sinome," she tells you, her breath warm against your face, her words spinning past recognition into a sweet lullaby. ["You are home, my love."] She continues in Elvish, explaining how your previous life was not genuine. That your place was always here with her, and that you're simply now returning from one of your many epic quests. Instinctively, you lean into her touch, a reservoir of foreign memories building of a veritable epic. Of countless battles with goblins, adventures alongside loyal companions, and a loving marriage to the elf maiden before you. Your worries fade and your heartbeat slows. The dizzy uncertainty strangling you begins to lift, replaced by a startling calm that whispers one single reality – that you are, and have always been, an elf. Laughter burbles at the absurd thought of your former, mortal life. The maiden breaks into a smile, her fingers cradling your face. "Amin mela lle," ["I love you"] she murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. With the tranquility of the forest singing, your elven wife by your side and a village awaiting your return in the distance, it's hard not to feel that you are exactly where you're supposed to be after all. You believe in the magic around you, in the melody of your Elven speach and each promising thought of your eternal youth. Sometimes you ponder about a distant dream of a life yet lived, a memory of being human, but that feels like an fantasy now. In your heart, you know you have always been a valiant elf. The journey ahead seems long and exciting, the rustic Elf village in the forest welcoming you into its soothing embrace.
A new large language model has been made available since this question was asked.
To generate an updated answer from the new model, click the button below.
Think your answer is better than the AI's? Post it below.
Question Tags
If you want your question answered by an AI, click here.
Post your own comment: