Lapistia

“Sarian Marell, twenty-seven years old, height: one meter eighty-two, weight: eighty kilograms. Previously served in the army of Nozenroth, but three years ago, he made the greatest mistake of his life: he took a vacation. Deciding to relax in a hot, southern country, my beloved and I chose Ninsharia as our vacation spot. How did I end up here? Through stupidity. Honestly, I didn't do anything that would deserve such a terrible punishment. I drank, relaxed, and started telling jokes about Ninsharia... My lady, of course, shared my humor...” The young man sighed. “Well, I think the rest is obvious. Fanatics tied us up, and they sent me here to rot, probably because I can somehow use magic, but I don't know what happened to my other half, and after spending three years here, I have to admit that I no longer hoped to get out of here alive, and I doubt that she had a better fate.”
“M-my name is Aрея,” said the girl from Ishhegal when the young man finished. “I know the magic of the Ishanadi sorcerers, the magic of air, creation, and energy. I was punished for disrespecting the Lady Nana.”