<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Thunder whinnied, his hooves kicking up dust as he slowed to a stop near the stables. I slid off his back, my legs stiff from the long ride. A tall figure emerged from the shadows of the stable door. His armor gleamed faintly in the fading light. “Welcome, young Frederick,” a voice boomed across the courtyard. Sir Roland, the knight, stood before me, his face hidden beneath his helmet but his eyes, sharp as steel, gleamed from the visor. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> As I approached the stables, a figure emerged from the shadows. A broad smile spread across his face as I dismounted. “Welcome, young Frederick,” he said, extending a hand. “I am Sir Roland, and these are my stables. You’ll find them, like me, welcoming.” His voice was as warm as the sun setting over the distant hills. I felt an instant connection with the knight, a sense of belonging I had never felt before. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The stables were bustling with activity. I felt a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness as I led Thunder through the stables’ entrance. As I dismounted, a gruff voice startled me. "New blood, eh?" A knight, clad in battered armour, stepped into the fading light, his face obscured by his helmet. "Welcome to the castle, Frederick. You’ll be tested here, pushed to your limits. Prepare yourself." </nc-section>