3 Years?!

"I haven't seen you since 3 years and 4 months." Dredd said it with such certainty that I did not doubt him. Why can't I remember?
 
I remember the day he left. It hurt to see him go and it hurt more to know it was my fault he had to go. With Bahamut gone I was weak and broken. I was left to lead the group at the Horn. This forced me back into the world. We continued to work on the defenses at the Horn and keeping the ritual going. About a month after he left the Empire arrived and they came in force. The resistance abandoned us. The ritual had turned the Horn into a giant beacon. We had built defenses to stop small groups of adventurers not to defend against an army. For every soldier we killed they could send 100 more. Our forces could not be replaced. They wore us down. I remember part of the battle. There was a last stand in the throne room. I remember being hit with a bullet in the shoulder and then it went dark.
 
When I woke up all I can remember is the pain and the questions. Over and over again. It all blurs together. Why can't I remember more?!
 
Eventually the questions stopped, then there was just the pain and the darkness. I don't know how long that last for. Was it days? Or months? Could it even have been years?
 
Then came the cell and the watchers. I hated them most of all. They would come, watch and watch and watch and take notes. I could hear them talking but I didn't know what they meant "Receptive Receptacle", "Abnormal Magical Level" and "Not Strong Enough". That enraged me most of all, always too weak.
 
Eventually I was transferred to another prison but the guards here were lax. I managed to get lose and I showed them how strong I actually was. I butchered them. I made them feel my pain. I enjoying doing that so much.
 
3 years. 3 years of hell but I am free now.