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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped around him, 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), 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 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, 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), 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/invading elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, 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 once remembered having), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an elf himself) 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, 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 just a dream (not real) and telling him to remember his elven body and life (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 (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 nor the transformation that had happened) and is happy that his life as a brave and adventurous elf warrior (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true life. 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).
Arriving at the old museum, you were drawn to a section filled with ancient scripts and stories, specifically one that told tales of fantastical creatures and mythical lands. Your eyes landed on a meticulously detailed book titled "Faerlin Aen Seledh," which translated to "The Kingdom of Elfsong." Opening the book, you were suddenly enveloped by an engulfing blinding light. A burst of energy washed over you, colors and shapes swirling in a maelstrom of magical energy. Pain screamed up your spine as your body involuntarily contorted. You could feel yourself changing. Your clothes twisted and morphed. Your denim jeans and T-shirt twisted and turned, transforming into a rich, green tunic. A cape draped over your shoulders, medieval-styled pants now neatly tucked into elongated boots. As if pulled by invisible strings, leather gloves snapped onto your hands. Feeling a weight slung across your back, you turned to find a quiver full of arrows and a bow. Your ears ached and elongated, sharp points distinctively elfin. Your once average build stretched and slimmed, becoming lean, yet retaining distinct athleticism. Your face, in the reflective shine of your bow, was distinctly handsome, otherworldly even. You wanted to reach out, to scream, to call for help but the words coming out of your mouth were unfamiliar. It was a language that intertwined the rustle of the leaves with the ripple of a brook, a song of nature that was elven. This was your language now. Memories, warm and welcoming flooded your senses, intruding on the fortress of your mind. A vibrant, loving elven village, a childhood spent honing archery skills, wars fought, the absolute beauty of your elven wife. You wanted to fight it, shake your head free of these invasive thoughts but it was fruitless. Your desperate struggle to cling onto your humanness was abruptly halted as an elven woman approached. Her golden hair flowed freely, her clear blue eyes the mirror of yours. She wrapped her arms around you comfortingly, and whispered, “Echui a amdir, e-muilinamin-nín” (Awake and trust, my love). She held your hands softly and planted a kiss on your lips, pouring warmth into your very core. A soft lullaby slipped from her lips, it was enchanting, “Ci gellath arwen nín, Etyaron etyaron en-gûldur.” (Shine on, my beautiful star, Eternally and eternally in the golden light.) As her soothing voice wrapped around you, your memories slipped away. Your previous life receded into the deep fog of unrealized dreams. You no longer remembered your mundane human life. The past had no sway over you now. You heard her words again, a balm to your traumatized mind, “Adaneth nín, le-adlannen aen lammin-en.” (My human, you dreamed in your sleep.) Finally, your world resolved itself into clarity. The elven woman's comfort and unyielding love unraveled your fear. You become aware of your surroundings, your life as a brave elf, a skilled archer, living amongst your people in a world of magic. Love replaced horror. Joy replaced despair. You looked at the beautiful woman before you - your wife - and for the first time in what felt like forever, you truly felt at home. This was your realm. This was your truth. This was your reality– forever. Simply eyeballing the silver moon above, you whispered in elven, "Le melon, aduial-nín" (I love you, my evening star).
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