Saint walked slowly to the front of the square.  All the light were out in the buildings that surrounded him. It made him uneasy.  He didn't like darkness.  He raised his hang and a ball of light appeared, hovering above his open palm. With it the shadows danced in the light.  He made his way to the edge of the square now.<br/>"Dusk....I know your there, come on out. We have to talk." The message was important and he knew they didn't have much time left. He stretched his wings a bit. . It wasn't easy being a Knight of heaven, but the universe need heros and he was at its call.