Now, a former adventuring companion of her mother’s came from Suzail and visited Evereska in the hopes of being granted an audience with the gold dragon Horadyzan, an ally of the Evereskan counsel. Her mother’s friend was a half-elven noble and priest of the Draco Paladin, Bahamut. The half-elven noble, surnamed Stromwell, met Cianna and was impressed by her skills as a scout. With her mother’s reluctant permission, Cianna was sent to train under Elebrain Ravenwood, a moon elf archer under the employ of House Stromwell.

Cianna learned much from Elebrian Ravenwood in the art of archery. Her skills with a bow increased quickly, but she became fascinated with the art of arcane magic. She was inspired by an arcane archer who she met at an archery competition in Suzail. She immediately began studying arcane arts, and found she that her clever mind facilitated her study of the art. Soon after she began however, she was sent to Grimthorpe, a small town in Aria, to scout out the area and send information back to Suzail. She was instructed to aid as much as she could against the forces of evil in the area. It is said that the Lord Stromwell’s intentions for sending her was that he believed that he needed to send a force to strengthen the defenses of the town, and she would be their scout. The Lord Stromwell had once visited the island, and decided that it was an island worth protecting. The experience, he decided, would also be good for the young and industrious Cianna. Therefore, Cianna sailed to Aria, with a bow in hand and a spellbook in her bag, unaware of the challenges that would face her when she arrived.

Upon her arrival in Aria, Cianna found that surviving the island's dangers would challenge her to use every skills that she had learned . Cianna made contact with the Grimthorpe watch, but the watch would nto accept an unproven scout into their ranks, and so Cianna was forced to prove herself. Cianna's every survival on the island was greatly aided by a fellow elven ranger, Elvewyn Enge'fever. She commonly rented horses from Porter town, and these horses allowed her to outrun most dangers. Eventually, after proving herself an ally of the watch through many battles, Cianna was admitted into the Grimthorpe Watch.

On another note, Cianna began to rethink her own religious beliefs. Though she had been raised to follow the Seldarine, she had learned quite a bit from her time under the employ of House Stromwell. She began to follow Bahamut's teachings, as she found that many of them coincided with her own personal beliefs. She began praying fervently, becoming a near-zealot of Bahamut's holy work. Realizing the superior power of dragons, Cianna decided that using dragon parts, one could make armor to protect oneself from the evils of chromatic dragonkind. After almost a year of intense research, Cianna emerged with many ideas and began to implement them. Working with the dwarves of Misty Port, Tojen Sharpe, Grimthorpe's resident armorer, was able to craft a greenscale jerkin from the scales of an Adult Green Dragon that Cianna had slain. The fruits of her research finally realized, Cianna turned to the main teaching of House Stromwell, eliminate the Cult of Dragon.

Unfortunately, the Cult was prepared for her. An evil organization dedicated to the birth of undead dragons (dracoliches), the Cult of Dragon is large and well-funded. Employing an army of evil half-dragons, dragons, dracoliches and human followers alike, the Cult of Dragon and their Tiamatan allies fought a number of battles with Cianna's forces, eventually capturing Cianna herself.

As a prisoner, Cianna was tortured daily. She was whipped, cut, beaten, all the usual means of torture, but Cianna was not deterred by such means of physical pain. She stayed loyal to the Platinum Lord, her constant prayer greatly lessening her suffering. She maintained prayers rituals that only a very devout priest of Bahamut would bother to maintain, and was commonly beaten when seen in prayer. She held out well, for a captive under an evil organization, until one day:

The fateful day that jerked Cianna's life, belief, and even her very being, began as any other day. Like most days, Cianna was taken into a dark room, laid out on a cot and tied down with heavy chains. Instead of the usual beating, the Cultists then left the room and returned with a large covered cage. As they uncovered the cage, Cianna saw a young green dragon tied down with heavy metal chains, struggling to free itself but failing badly. Cianna heard footsteps and turned her head to the room's entrance, where a hooded man entered with a very large axe. The hooded Cultist raised his axe and took one swift swing at the dragon's neck. The young dragon attempted to roar, but as its throat was severed by the Cultist's axe, all that the young dragon could emit before slumping over was a loud, high pitced screech. A creature that should have lived for a millennium, cut down at a young age, in cold blood. Cianna winced at the loud screech, beginning to rethink her hatred of chromatic dragons. A few robed cultists surrounded the dead dragon and began a ritual, but Cianna was too tired to make out the words. As the cultists neared the end of their ritual, one of them covered a long dagger in the dragon's blood and brought it towards Cianna. Cianna braced herself for pain, but when the cultist's dagger pierced Cianna's skin, she felt a different pain from any pain she had ever felt before. She screamed from her intense pain and, unable to resist the pain, she fainted.

For the next week, Cianna was neither able to sleep nor stand. She lay in extreme pain, screaming and yelling constantly, much to the amusement of the cultists. Cianna felt a pain strong enough that she prayed for death, to free her from her torture. The cultists refused. Her mind began to leave her, her memories floated away. When she tried to think, all that she could remember was the screech of the young green dragon as the cultists slaughtered it. She felt a mental pain, emotional pain, and physical pain so strong that she just prayed for death. She had even forgotten the name of her god, all she knew was that she must pray for death, or any relief from the pain.

Relief came in the strangest of ways. Words began to form in Cianna's mind, lyrics to musical ballads, and Cianna sung them. Her songs, strange draconic tunes that she neither recognized nor understood how she knew, comforted her and was the only thing she could ever do to fight the pain that seemed so endlessly to inhabit her body. Her singing kept her sane for a few more weeks, but she was terribly hurt, both physically and mentally. Eventually, her voice gave out, and she fainted. She lay in a coma, unable to wake until she was rescued and healed by the Blade Mages.

When Cianna awoke in the Blade Mage tower, she felt like a different woman. She had forgotten nearly all about herself, except her name and childhood. She knew she was Cianna Arathiel, daughter of the priestess Lia of Evereska. That was about all she could remember when she awoke. Not only was she mentally a mess, having lost her memory, most of her knowledge and all of her magical talent, but she felt physically different. She retained her quick reflexes, they returned to her when she was healed. Her muscles still remembered how to fire a bow, though her mind would not allow her the same aim she had before her torture. Most importantly, the pain was gone. She could stand and walk again, but her mind constantly returned to memories of her terrible pain and that single loud screech, the final sound of the young green dragon.

The Blade Mages gave Cianna a bow, and returned her to Grimthorpe, that she may start a new life. The Watch rejected her, claiming that they had heard stories of terrible things she had said while in her coma. She knew not what she had said, but they still would no longer accept her. So, Cianna set out to forge a new path, remembering the blood she had lost, and unaware of the blood that she had gained.