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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 leather belt strapped around his waist, a long flowing cape held by a clasp around his shoulders, 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), voice change (the reader's voice becomes a beautifully-sounding male elf's voice to fit with his new elven bloodline), language shift (quickly changing from English to an elven language despite his best efforts, 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, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English multiple times, but to no avail and all he said are words of an elven language), 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 stroll casually across the exhibit aisle, the faint smell of aging parchment and antiquated artifacts fills your nostrils. Fingers trailing over the glass, you pause, intrinsically drawn to a quaint-corner filled with items of a medieval fantasy theme. A book catches your eye, its cover adorned with depictions of mythic creatures: elves, goblins, and dragons. Curiosity pulls you nearer, an unseen aura compelling you to touch it. The moment you do, an incandescent light envelops everything. You blink against the light's blinding radiance, a tingling sensation buzzing over your skin. As the light fades, you shiver, feeling uncharacteristically cold. It’s then you notice an ethereal glow to your skin, stark against the jet-black leather of your tunic and gloves, reflecting off the silver-hued quiver strapped around your lithe frame. Panic cows your thoughts when you notice the bow and arrows, the medievally cut pants with boots reaching your knees. Dizziness sweeps you, unsettling memories slipping into your consciousness, a life of an elf, one of the very beings you just read about. Resistance meets the foray of these alien memories, your human mind instinctively shrugging against the foreignness of it all, trying to clamp down the surrounding reality. "No!" You yell, tears accumulating in your eyes as you realize the voice that rises in the air is melodious, utterly foreign to your ears. Your own voice! The words that tumble out are in a language you have never known, yet you understand implicitly. Panicked, you try to speak again—yelling, begging for help. But, the strange, beautiful tongue of the elves is the only sound echoing back. Suddenly aware of a gentle presence, you whirl around to find a breathtaking female elf. A feeling of familiarity tugs at you, a woman whose features you've trodden in countless dreams, beloved and cherished. "Milove," She comforts, "Saesor cien'ein," (Your tears kill me), she tenderly wipes your tears, her soft words sung in a language you mistakenly assumed foreign hitting home. Desperate, yet feeling oddly soothed, you try to list English words, "please… help... book…" but they sound like garbled syllables to your own ears. You want to scream, cry but the words elude you. Sobs engulf you, body convulsing even as comforting hands soothe you. The woman, visibly hushed, begins to sing. "Carranam, fea en' coimas…" (Beloved, soul of my life). The lullaby, heart-rending in its simplicity, induces calm. As elven memories start to surface, they seem less obtrusive, in synchrony with the melody wrapping around your senses. She murmurs softly, her eyes never leaving yours, "Your past, that mortal life, was nothing more than a dream, milove." The words strike, churning your stomach for adamant disbelief. She pulls you closer, whispering assurances that seem truer every halting breath you take. With the lull of the melody playing in your ears, the unreal strengthens. It's a comfort, not a source of terror anymore. You, as the elf, with a home and a beloved elf as a wife, is your reality. A truth, not a facade you earlier refused to unmask. "I had always been an elf," you think, your new memories warmer, more welcoming. Your remembered human life, distant, like an echotraced silhouette. The freedom you thought you lost, however, isn't, You just became a different species, grasping the reality of the world embedded in folklore. For you, it isn't just a matter of survival now but of exploring the hidden treasures of the life meant for you – the immortal life of an elf.
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