When the staff made the high pitch screech, something snapped inside of Dreamer. A memory came flooding back, one that took a long time for Dreamer to overcome. No. NO. Not this! Not now. It took so long to overcome, and it was so hard. NO. Dreamer was pratically screaming in his head, fighting the memory, fighting that dark cloud that he had trapped within himself. He reared in fear, past images appearing before his eyes.
As soon as she heard the ear-splitting sound come from the staff, Artic knew what was going to happen. She dropped the staff, and wheeled around, just in time to see the terror appear in Dreamer's eyes. He was remembering his death...or rather, his near-death. She ran forward as he reared and jumped on him, trying to calm him down. Tropic dropped the other end of the staff and raced to help her sister. Tropic's eyes swept over the others, begging for their help. Both her and her sister willed the staff to stop, hoping that Dreamer would not lose control of himself.