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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, 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), 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 and only remember being an elf). 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 losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as forgetting his previous language, 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 (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an elf himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), 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), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) and is happy that his life as an elf (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true 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. 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).
The air carries the scent of centuries as you, a regular, human-man, wander the dimly lit corridors of a renowned museum. It is a tranquil environment, all the history spanning from different eras seated in neat displays. You come across a section dedicated to fantasy creatures, the word 'Medieval' inscribed on a bronze plaque. A leather-bound book, worn from time yet alluring in its antiquity, calls to you, its pages beckoning. "Stories of Elvenkind" engraved on the cover. You pick it up and open it, finding ancient illustrations of elves, goblins, dragons, and other mythical creatures. Just as you begin to read, a piercing light envelops you, emanating from the book. Your body freezes in an almost ecstatic surprise as your surroundings warp and quake. The museum's floors morph into sleek grass under your bare feet, and the ceiling changes into a blue, endless sky. The museum smells, the antique odor, replaced with the fresh scent of dew, damp earth and flora. Your body follows suit as you undergo a physical transformation. You can feel your once rough skin smoothing down, turning pale and youthful. Your muscles elongate, lean yet powerful, matching the ideal glory of an elven-physique. Your ears elongate, resculpting into the pointed shape synonymous with elves. Your hair darkens to a vibrant shade of blonde, growing waist-length, in contrast with your now clean-shaven face. "Erinin mae cîn,"(Good day to thee) you call out to someone, but halt. The words aren't English but, weirdly they make sense to you. As if on cue, your mind alters and your perception of language shifts. English words melt away, replaced with an Elvish tongue. You stare at your gloved hands, memories flooding in, as alien as they're familiar. Of wars, battles against goblins, relentless archery practices. You lapse between an unsure reality, filled with English, skyscrapers, and the familiar world of lush green trees, medieval-era setting on the elder scrolls, and above all, the ability to understand these memories. Your heart thumps as panic grips you. You try to scream, your words falling into the mix of a language you no longer remember. Snippets of your old human life interlacing with your newfound elf lineage. Names, faces, life as a human fading fast like a dream, replaced with Elven memories. You shake your head, trying to cling onto your humanity. A soft voice prods you back to the new reality. A beautiful elven woman, her face soft with a comforting familiarity, approaches you. "Gurth gothrim ngolug,"(Death to our enemy, the goblin)," she whispers, a sorrowful look crosses her features. The panic gradually turns into a feeling of acceptance. Her loving gestures, the way she holds you, hums old Elven lullabies in your ear, it all feels too real; too personal. You remember her face, the curve of her smile, the love you share. She is your wife, and the realization dawns upon you. Tightening your grip on her hands, you breathe in deeply, Elfhood swirling and settling in you. "Mani nae?"(Who am I?), you whisper, looking into her eyes. She smiled and softly said, "Eledhrim, minuin hervenn, min cenedril." (Eledhrim, my dear husband, my heart.) For the first time in what felt like ages, you smile. A new life, a new identity dawning on you as ease settles in, the fear transforming into a serene acceptance. A sense of peace washes over you. You're no longer the human man who walked into a museum. You are Eledhrim, an elf, born of ancient lineage, deep-rooted in the magic of a world unknown to modern man, and this is your reality. This is your forever.
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