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"Blessed by the Gods: A Tale of Transformation into a Heroic Elf Sorcerer"

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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 sorcerer's long leather boots (these boots are also built for distant travels), a pair of sorcerer's leather gloves, a long wizard's staff (which literally casts and makes magic) (his entire outfit is like all other elven sorcerers in the fantasy world he lives in, and like all elf sorcerers, his tunic and cape is deep blue in color), long and pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic and graceful body (with an 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), light and almost-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 English nor how to speak English, making English completely unfamiliar/foreign 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 medieval world created by gods (the elf reader himself being religious, like all elves, since he believes in his world's gods, having faith in those gods in his medieval fantasy world), knowing every elven powers and weaponry (even having perfect sorcery skills and knowledge on how to use them), 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, since he had completely forgotten about English and all he said and remember 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 sorcery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman (which he had saved from a goblin (by casting a powerful magic against the goblin 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 unlike the now-familiar and known elven language), 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 sorcerer (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 sorcerer 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, 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).

Asked by SorceryElfTF

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As you step through the towering arches of the museum, your curiosity is tickled by the vast array of historical artifacts and the whispers of the past they offer. Among these treasures, a particularly aged book catches your eye. Its title is inscribed in a script unfamiliar to you, beckoning you closer. Carefully, you liberate it from its glass enclosure and crack it open. In an instant, blinding light erupts from the yellowed pages, consuming everything in sight. You gasp, fear mingling with the pulsating energy swirling around you. Every inch of your being prickles with a sensation both fiery and frigid, as though being disintegrated and reborn all at once. You watch with incredulous wonder as your hands morph before your eyes, growing slender and eerily graceful. Your fingernails become sharper, complementing your now thin, elongated fingers adorned with a pair of sorcerer's leather gloves. You continue to stare, gripped by a horrified fascination as your arms, chest, and legs follow suit, stretching and tapering into the lithe physique of an elf. Your clothing adapts as well, the scraps of mundane fabric melding into the distinctive deep-blue tunic, belt, and cape of an elven sorcerer, which sways with your new postures and movements that are elegant, all thanks to the wizard's staff in your hands. Although you're stunned by the physical changes before your eyes, it's the inside that rattles you most. Your mind whirs as if overloaded, your memories blurring and mixing until you're unsure of your own identity. A gilded torrent of the Elven language cascades into your mind, ripping apart your grip on English and replacing it with smooth, lyrical Elvish. You try to speak, to call for help in the place you once knew as home, but only melodic Elvish spills from your lips. "Ilaeth cael!" ("What's happening!") you cry, desperation rising within you. Every attempt at clinging to your humanity, to the world you once knew as home, proves futile against the relentless tide of transformation. You quiver, mind spinning, as new memories leak into your consciousness. Wars with goblins, an undying love for a lady elf, mastering sorcery, these memories shape a new identity within you, overpowering the remnants of your human past. You groan, trying to resist, but the transformation proves too potent. It's then, as the last threads of the human life you once knew dissolves, that a voice echoes in your thoughts, like a soft caress and a stern command. It's the voice of the gods, the architects of this grand scheme. "Helan shira," they intone. ("Fear not.") Struck dumb by the divine intervention, you obliviously find yourself in a meadow, the scent of wildflowers a welcome interruption from the overwhelming shift. An ethereal figure approaches you, her long blonde hair cascading over her elven tunic, her blue eyes gleaming in the reflective moonlight. Your heart beats faster as your gaze meets hers. The stranger doesn't feel like a stranger anymore. "Vaela, sinta." ("Beloved, remember.") She whispers gently before encircling her slender, warm arms around you. Her nearness calms your racing heart, evoking familiarity and affection that you welcome without hesitation, her sincere embrace initiating the final touches of your transformation. The soothing lullaby she sings melts the final string of your resistance. The words envelop you, reassuring and comforting, "Ilari vaela, therin nae ilaeth. Nae tial ael." ("Sleep, beloved, fear not anymore. This is home.") These words wrap themselves around your thoughts, coaxing out the gleaming memories of the elven life you now understand has always been yours. It's a blessing, a homeward journey, not a curse. As the last vestiges of your old human life perish, a new dawn breaks within your memory. Warriors. Sorcery. Love. Friendship. Gods. Dungeons, dragons, even goblins. For every ounce of human life stripped away, a pound of elven history is squeezed into your soul, binding you permanently to your new identity. And so, your new chapter begins. As an elven warrior, as a husband to the elf by your side, and as a hero your fantasy world secretly needed. (Note: "Language" in this story is a mix of English and some imagined elvish language. The translation of the elvish sentences are in brackets.)

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April 21, 2024, 11:45 a.m.

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Published: Sunday, April 21, 2024

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