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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 (she's the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader 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, 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 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 before or during the transformation, and is also completely unaware that his transformation had ever happened), 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, as well as having his loyal companions who follow him, and he himself being guided and supported by the gods who created this fantasy world) is his true and only 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).
You've always loved history. The fascinating tales of old, woven through the pages of dusty books and ancient artifacts called to you, a siren promising adventure and enchanting tales. Your latest pursuit had brought you to the museum, a treasure trove of relics from the past carefully preserved and waiting to be pored over by curious visitors like you. Drawn to the medieval section, it was there you found it - a book, so ancient it seemed a breath away from falling apart. A book on medieval fantasy creatures filled with various mythical tales and faded illustrations. Its mysterious allure was compelling; without a second thought, you picked it up. As soon as your fingers brushed the worn bindings, a sudden warm, blinding light engulfed you. Your heart pounded in your chest as the transformation began, a rush of adrenaline makes the world shift around you. Instead of the bright museum lights, you were standing in the middle of a verdant meadow with a forest nearby, towering trees surrounding your vision. You looked at yourself, finding a tunic replacing your shirt, your body thinner, leaner, with the definition of an archer’s agility. A quiver of arrows, a bow was strapped on you, fitting comfortably as though it had always been a second skin. Your fingers, encased in leather gloves, brushed against the pointy ends of your ears and the silky curtain of blonde hair that cascaded down your shoulders. Blue irises replace the familiar color of your eyes, and you could feel the coolness of the pale skin replacing the usual warmth of your complexion. A brief feeling of exultation filled you, looking upon the visage of a fantasy elf reflected in the still water beside you. Suddenly a strange sensation washed over you, a foreign yet familiar language filled your mind, replacing your thoughts with an elven tongue. “Betholad ornë. Amin merna quen nalwë.” You looked around frantically, realizing the words coming out were not English. Your panic increasing as your tried and failed attempts to remember any English words were replaced with this elven language. A sudden bombardment of strange thoughts and memories flooded your mind, the alien landscape around you took shape into the familiar scene from your childhood, the quiet Elven village where you grew up, the faces of friends you'd never known before, with completely different memories replacing your own. Swallowing hard, you tried to fight it, memories of your once human existence were rapidly eclipsed by a sea of elven memories. When everything went black for a moment, you let out a desperate cry of despair, hoping someone, anyone would come to your aid. No one did. Suddenly, a calm female voice broke through your panic. “Êl sîla erin lû e-govaned vîn, mîr nîn,” she spoke in the same elven language. (A star shines upon the hour of our meeting, my treasure.) She approached you with a comforting smile, radiating an aura of peace and understanding. Despite numerous new question running through your mind, you found solace in her presence. Looking at her feeling a rush of emotions only intensified when she soothed your rapidly changing thoughts with a tender embrace, “Quel cerin, mîr nîn. Ilfirin na luitha taurë.” (Happy home, my treasure. Immortal is the wood’s breaking.) You didn’t need a translation; your new mind understood her elven words instinctively. This was your wife, an elf who held your life in her tender hands; a sweet-singing woman of the forest whom you’d loved for hundreds of years. As her lullaby washed over you, comfort and tranquility began to take root within your heart. The songs of the Elvenkind telling tales of the brave elf who loved his wife with all his heart. With the last verse, your transformation was complete. The fleeting memories of your human days faded away until they were no more. You were an elf, and ever would be, born anew in the wonder of a fantastical world created by gods. Your life as a human disappeared into the mists of time like wisps of forgotten dreams; what remained was a brave elf, ready to face any challenge. For you would not do it alone. You had your companions, your loyal wife, and the gods who created this mystical world, and they would guide and support you. The fantastic and immortal life of an elf beckoned you, and you welcomed it with open arms, your fear of change evaporated like morning mist under the Elvish sun.
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