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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, 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 sharpened senses, 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), 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, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a heroic elf. 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 blessed the reader by permanently removing all of the reader's humanity (including his former human personality and memories) and blessed him by turning him into an immortal elf (due to the reader's newly elven body and mind). 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 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 (she also confirms the reader that he was returning/traveling back home to the elven village from one of his many quests/battles and that's why he's daydreaming about his false/imagined human life), and she tells him to remember his true elven body and life (saying those, 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, he even promises to always be there for her), as well as having his loyal companions/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), and he himself being guided and supported by the gods (who have intentionally chosen and transformed the human reader into a heroic elf warrior so this fantasy world would have a hero) 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 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, 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).
As you carefully step amidst the hallowed stillness of the museum, your heart echoes a tune of the past, a mystery from an era best left behind in dusty books and ancient chronicles. Classics have always intrigued you, but the allure of the medieval fantasy section is far too captivating to ignore. Your eyes land on a tome, bound in shimmering moon-kissed cerulean, depicting images of unrestricted magnificence: the mythical creatures that once ruled ancient realms of fascination. Inquisitiveness ensnaring you, you reverently flip the heavy cover. Suddenly, a brilliant, blinding light engulfs you, your world spinning, dimensions bending and morphing. It’s as though you’re caught in a silent, ethereal thunderstorm, an unsettling calm surrounding you. The museum, the world as you know it, is being consumed into nothingness, replaced by an unfamiliar, yet oddly comforting forest of towering elder oaks, spring-laced meadows, and an air thick with ancient magic. Overwhelmed, your limbs tremble, grasping at the medieval-style tunic tumbling over your reformed shape. Looking down, you spot the archery quiver clasped in a leather belt around your now sinewy waist, the long flowing cape reaching down to your new footwear, neatly-tucked medieval-style pants encased in long boots – everything appears as though moulded for a warrior elf. Your senses are sharper, you can hear the whispers of the forests, and see the wisp-like creatures frolicking amidst the glistening dewdrops, much clearer than any mortal man. Panicking, your hands gasp at the smooth, sinewy contours of your face - no stubble, only the pristine coolness of your suddenly pale skin. Running your trembling hands higher, you find long pointy ears, broad, fairer strands of blonde hair tumbling like liquid gold. "Vala en' coiamin," a soothing voice whispers. The language is strange but like music to your pricked ears. And you understand. "Your heart was always strong." Terror laces your being as you realize you speak no other language but this. Your tongue attempts to form the common words you grew up with - English. Fear clouding your senses, you cling desperately to remnants of your humanity, your past, resisting the onslaught of new memories flooding your mind, of lives lived among mystical forests and celestial rivers. Despite your futile protests and frenzied resistance, you feel your earlier life being swept away, like a leaf on the surface of a roaring river. Poignant sobs rattle your frame, the last fragments of your past life slipping through your grasp like loose sand. Suddenly, soft, comforting arms wrap around your trembling body. "Coia Leriel," a soothing voice murmurs, an ethereal-looking elven woman gently wiping your tears. "Remember your home." As she cradles you, singing an enchanting elven lullaby, "Lómelindë, Lómelindë, melamin," your heart echoes her words. "Little nightingale, my love." Something clicks within you. Your resistance fades as you realize the truth. The comforting arms belonged to someone so integral to your new world; her voice engrains a deep happiness within you, making you understand - she is Leriel, your beloved wife. Your elven heart fills with a profound love for her. Bathing in the assurance of her liquid blue eyes, you finally accept the reality - this is your true self, your true world. The elm-guarded village nearby, the perilous goblins, your wife’s sweet voice singing songs of your bravery to their young ones, and the proud elven comrades waiting for your return. You embrace your supernatural powers, your immortality, the endless trails of adventures and battles laying ahead. As your wife’s comforting arms guide you through the arcane enchantment of your new home, you find yourself laughing heartily in hindsight of your initial terror. Your once human past feels like a distant dream, a figment of your imagination, swiftly dismissed like an autumn wind. Indeed, you were always destined for a life of magnificence. For, you're an elf - not a mere mortal, but a timeless enchantress of the ancient realms, chosen by the gods to be their champion. And you are ready to begin your unprecedented journey as a heroic elven warrior, beside the woman you’ve loved for centuries.
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