My brave and noble son, I must tell you about a race of divinely gifted people whose blood yet flows down through history. After sundown, when the sorcerers and the djinni work all shapes of mischief, these faithful knights would spring from the shadows to repel the evil ones. They were warriors by night who ensured a new day for us all. They were our heroes. They were the Mantamaji. LegendoftheMantamaji nycc14