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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, making English completely unfamiliar to him and he could no longer remember what English words mean nor could he know how to say English words/sentences), 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 (the elf reader himself being religious and believing in his world's gods, having faith in those gods), knowing every elven powers and weaponry (even perfect in his archery skills), 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 (which he had saved from a goblin (by shooting the goblin with an arrow and thus saved the elven woman's life) and he later married to that elven woman), and himself being a heroic elf (being well-respected by his people and he respects his people). 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 intentionally blessed the reader by permanently removing all of the reader's humanity (removing all of his 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 the gods erasing the mortal memories, personality, and life is not a curse, but a blessing), the gods tell the reader that they are blessing him by completely erasing his mortal human memories and personality (the gods intentionally erasing all of 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 truly 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 used the magic from the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and permanently transformed the reader into an elf himself in both body and mind, 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 (which is his real home) from one of his many quests or battles and that's why he was daydreaming about his false and imagined human life), and she tells him to remember his true elven body and life (saying those, all in an elven language rather than in English, which is now completely foreign), making the now-elven 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 since saving her life from an attacking goblin), she is telling this truth to the transforming reader (which the reader truly and 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 the transformation ever actually happened), 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 (the reader 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 elven companions and 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 to save this realm) 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 had existed, and he's completely and permanently unaware that his transformation 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 back to his home village from the battle/quest (exactly like what his elven wife stated earlier), and his journey as an elven warrior, unbeknownst to him, had just begun, even though he knew that he had always been a heroic elf and had already been on the journey 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 comfort in the familiar scent of ancient parchment enveloping you as you walk further into the secluded wing of the museum. Your fingers gently trace the deeply etched grain of an oak table, a collection of historical relics spread across it. Among them, an incredibly old book, laden with a sense of gravity that draws you toward it. You can't help it; your fascination with medieval fantasy creatures is too overwhelming. Your fingers glide over the worn leather, tracing faded symbols, before you flip the heavy cover open. Immediately, an intense, blinding light engulfs you, hanging in the air like an absolute curtain of white. Your body feels lighter, leaner. Muscles arch and stretch as though dancing to a melody known only to them. Your physique becomes more athletic, each strand of muscle rippling beneath your new, paler skin. A coppery silk tunic falls past your hips, belted at the waist by a thick leather strap. Medieval-styled pants tuck into sturdy leather boots, carrying the familiar sense of thousands of miles walked, and thousands more to come. A pair of gloves, tough yet supple, encases your hands as a bow and a quiver brimming with sleek arrows appear strapped to your side. You feel complete with a long flowing cape flowing from your shoulders, reaching down to your boots. Your ordinary clothes are forgotten, as if they were nothing more than a dream. The muffle of the old book closing echoes in the distance, but the familiar smell of parchment is replaced with the earthiness of the forest. Throughout the trauma of your transformation, one question hurtles through your mind - where are you? Your confusion is put on hold as the physical changes continue. Your ears are catching strange, new sounds - birdsong from miles away, the rustle of a small critter in the undergrowth. You bring a hand to your ear, feeling a sharp, elongated tip. A quick touch bursts another wave of change. Suddenly, your face seems sharper, more handsome. The absence of facial hair brings an eeriness to your new found beauty. Your now long, blonde hair cascades over your shoulders and frames your stunning blue eyes. In the terrifying midst of this, your mind also whirrs in an attempt to grasp a rapidly mushrooming sense of foreignness. You open your mouth to call out for help, but the words that tumble from your lips are strange, lyrical. It feels like poetry, but it's unrecognizable. Is it... Elvish? Panicked, you attempt again, trying to articulate the English words, but all efforts are in vain. Instead, the lilting words of a language you now inexplicably know to be Elvish continue pouring out. English - the language you once knew - now feels alien, the words you knew all your life turning into nothing more than distant, incoherent echoes. Your world spins again. A flood of unfamiliar memories crashes over you, striking fear into you as your human past starts to fray at the edges. You try to claw onto them, but they slip through your fingers, escaping like grains of sand. Try as you might to resist, they're replaced by memories of Elven feasts, fierce battles with goblins, breathtaking dragon flights, laughter, songs, and ... love. Bemused, you find yourself standing amidst an enchanting, tranquil forest - miles away from the museum. The ancient woodland towering over you feels familiar, and you know this to be true because a lilting voice in your head tells you so. "We bless you, child of the new dawn," it croons. It also tells you the horrifying truth - that your human self was but a dream, that you were always meant to be here. Suddenly, you're not alone. Your eyes trace the slender form of an elf woman walking towards you. With her golden hair draping over her shoulders and blue eyes sparkling like underwater crystals, she's too beautiful to be real. She stands before you, her fingers gently wiping away your tears as she speaks soothingly in Elven. "Your journey was but a dream, my love. You have finally returned home." Her voice is like a lullaby, soothing, familiar. It dawns on you that you are not just anyone, but rather, someone with a purpose. A hero. With your last shred of doubt swirling away like mist under sunlight, you realize your life from now on will be one of battle and peace, love and heartache, life and immortality. Despite your initial panic and confusion, understanding floods you. You are no longer a human lost in a museum, you are an Elf, under the canopy of your forest. You are home. Your new memories, your new possessions, and your new language are settled comfortably within you, as if they were always there. Your human life no longer seems like it was once yours. As you watch your wife, a soft smile gracing her ethereal face, you realize one thing. You have always been an Elf. Your human life was nothing more than a momentary dream. And as a sly smile pulls at your lips, you can't help but laugh. Who in their right mind would dream of being a human when they could be an Elf? With a final nod of acceptance, you forge ahead, ready to meet the exciting challenges that your true life, as an Elf, has to offer. Oblivious to the fact that you weren't always this gifted, brave warrior, you step forward into this new world to embrace your destiny.
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