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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), 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 (the light that engulfs the reader are caused by the gods of the fantasy world, as well as the elven woman who is the wife of the elven reader). 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. 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 (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 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).
You marveled at the centuries-old artifacts that surrounded you in the vast museum, your gaze drawn to a particularly old book nestled in a glass case. "Medieval Fantastical Creatures," the dusty old tome was labeled. Despite the pang of curiosity pulling you towards it, surely this couldn't herald the end of your humdrum existence, could it? With a gentle push open, you touched the age-old parchment pages, causing an unexpectedly blinding light to engulf you. For a moment, everything is silent and pure. Your head spun wildly, your perspective shifting as your reality transformed from the mundane to the fantastical, and your heart pounded with terror. Your body started changing, growing a bit taller and leaner. Unsettlingly, your skin lightened to a pale hue, contrasting sharply with your new, startlingly brilliant blue eyes and long, silky blonde hair tumbling past your shoulders. You touched your ears, feeling them come to a long, sharp point, and the touch sent chills down your spine. Strangely, you noticed your hands were now gloved, the texture of leather digging into your skin. You felt a weight around your waist — a belt and a quiver holding a sleek bow and fine-crafted arrows. The panic swelled within you, your body shifting in ways you couldn't possibly imagine. Language changes were felt as English words are replaced by an alien tongue. "What's happening to me?" you cried, but the language that spilled from your lips was not your native English. Terrified, you tried to speak again, but all that came out were strange, lyrical sounds, words of a language you strangely understood but couldn't name. “Sana venérea!” you cried out involuntarily, a chill of horror creeping up your spine as you realized you were shouting, “Help me!” You fell to your knees, grappling with the haze clouding your mind, your memory fading and replacing itself. Memories of family, friends, modern life were seeping out of you, replaced by medieval-era experiences, battles against goblins, archery training, and you were terrified. You clench your fists and close your eyes, trying to cling onto something—anything—that can keep you tied to your disappearing humanity. But despite your efforts, the new memories were too strong, overpowering in a way that made you feel sick. In the height of your desperation, a gentle voice floated into your ears, the words in your new language but nonetheless comforting. "Llú, lemaë adan," it said, tender as these foreign syllables loosely translated to "Hush, beloved mortal," your body rocking gently from a warm, comforting embrace, “loma nëlat adan síne nóre n'nalë, tiëë olimesse, đaţa imya líre,” her voice coos as you begin to understand those elven words meaning, "your time as a mortal in that world was but a daydream, you're home now in your true life." Slowly, you dared to look at the speaker, your eyes locking with a beautiful elven woman with calm eyes, her hands cradling your face as though you were the most precious thing in the world. And even amidst the terror and the chaos, a sense of calm washed over you, a certainty that somehow, this woman was someone you had known and loved from the depth of your heart. Her voice soothingly whispered a melody, the words foreign yet understandable: "Simme nađa, vanwa nulya, tirë undómë, sí i' galad ara," she sang, the lullaby translating to "Rest now, fading one, look upon the twilight, behold the light's passing." The tune echoed around in your mind, invoking emotions that felt quintessentially you. Your heartbeat slowed, your panic faded, and as your new reality washed over you, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace envelop you. The knowledge that you were losing yourself, your memories of being human, was strangely liberating. As the transformation firmly took place and the last of your human memories faded, you found yourself laughing, a joyous laughter that echoed around the silent surrounding. "Maquetta úva man naë, ai," you exclaimed, barely noticing the strange lyrical sounds that left your mouth, meaning "I couldn't possibly be human, really." Regardless of whatever past you had, you knew deep within your heart that your life was here, your love was here, and this new identity was tragically, beautifully you.
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