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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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), orcs (also the elves' archnemesis), 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 and orcs, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a brave, smart, adventurous, faithful, and 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, and she tells him to remember his true 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 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, even promising to always be there for her), as well as having his loyal companions who follow him (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 intentionally transformed the reader into a heroic elf warrior in order to create a hero for the fantasy realm) 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. 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 a museum far from the tangible reality of everyday life, you paused before an antiquated book teetering on an ancient display, "The Lore of Elfkind", the thick tome whispered. Your curiosity piqued as you reach out, fingers brushing gently against the ancient leather cover. As the crack of the book was heard, a blinding light erupted, morphing your surroundings and your soul into a world spanning beyond mans' comprehension. The world tilted. Your senses were heightened. Your once average human appearance was reshaping, changing. You felt your body elongate and thin, muscles looking lean yet athletic. Suddenly, you could feel your ears twitch, strange because of its newly found elongated and pointed tips, echoing the whispers of rustling leaves. There was a clink of clothing, and you looked down to find a periodical elfin tunic covering your torso, with a sturdy leather belt strapped around your waist. Medieval-styled pants ended in elegant boots, providing an overall illusion of a true elven warrior. Distorted reflections in the surfaces around projected an unrecognizable face, ethereal beyond measure. Gone were traces of facial hair, but somewhat perplexingly, blonde eyebrows and lashes remained. Your once brown hair now shone with the radiance of pure gold, cascading down your shoulders. Blue irises sparkled in your eyes, carrying the depths of timeless oceans, within which a turmoil was brewing. Stirrings of vast life, endless in time and space, carried a weight you never bore before – authority maybe, or the ageless wisdom of an immortal elven life? Sounds morphed into lyrical utterances as your tongue forgot the English you used to speak, replaced by the fluid sililë of the elven vernacular. Strangely, a sense of familiarity rose with each word that leaped off your tongue. Pressure filled your head so sharply it made you stagger. A soft giggle echoed around, and before you stood a beautiful elven woman with her sympathetic blue eyes, her happiness radiating off her like heat. Her affection flowed over you, a comforting duvet against your impending panic. "Elin sa'ny, nar'ro," she whispered in elvish, her tone sweet and calming. "Fear not, my love." The rising tide of elvish memories surged against your ability to remember your past life, relentless like the onslaught of an advancing army. Each echoing Laughter, each fading tear, they all bore the semblance of your old life, gradually drowning into oblivion. This wasn’t a dream. No, this was painfully real! An irrepressible fear began to claw at you. You distinguished lost cries in English on the precipice of your memory, the words disjointed and confused. The elven language weaved its web around your mind, erasing the last of any human dialect, despite you trying to claw onto the fragments of your fast-fading old life. "Nar'ra hame, yäna," she told you when you gasped in panic, tears welling in your eyes. "You’re home, forever." Those gentle words from her were a benediction, a resolute assurance that shattered the last vestiges of your human existence, your frantic resistance quelling within her arms. This was fate; you knew it deep within the core of your soul. Her calming elven lullabies seeped into your consciousness, mending the bruised fragments of your mind, her voice a balm over your frayed nerves. Her soft whispers that your human life wasn't real, only a dream, cut through the fog of your transformation. Her assertion that this elven life, you as a brave, heroic, and adventurous elf warrior, was your true existence, began to make sense. Oh, the joy that revelation brought! The nightmare was over, the dream a reality. The elven warrior, passionately in love with his elf wife, loyal to his kinsmen, guided by the benevolent gods was you, truly and completely. As you gently untangled yourself from your wife’s comforting embrace, standing tall in your new form, you marveled at the grandeur around. Laughter rang out, oblivious of the terror that gripped you minutes ago. Epessë-aranel, the brave elf warrior – that was you. Gazing upon your wife's radiant face, you caressed her cheeks with an affectionate promise of forever. The journey of a new lifetime in the ancient elven world had just begun although to you, who had always been an elf.
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