Version 1 (red): <nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: The Initial Encounter" data-color="red"> As I dismounted and walked towards the stables, thick red life permeated the air. Sir Roland, the local knight, stood tall among the hooves clattering on the cobblestone. The red hue of the sunset mirrored in the polished armor, creating a visage of valor. His voice, deep and commanding, broke the silence of the evening. "Welcome, young Frederick, come forth and begin your training under my watchful eye." </nc-section> Version 2 (green): <nc-section data-title="Chapter 3: Mastering the Arts" data-color="green"> Week after week, Sir Roland nurtured my skills under the gentle green canopy of the castle's fortress. The glowing green hue from the courtyard's moss was my constant companion as I etched the principles of honor, bravery, and loyalty into my consciousness. With every strike of the sword, with every stride of the horse, the green grew deeper, reflecting my growth, evolving from a mere squire into a knight worthy of the title — The Last Dragon of the royal bloodline. </nc-section> Version 3 (blue): <nc-section data-title="Chapter 4: A Quest for Flame" data-color="blue"> My sword could draw neither blood nor life, but it still swung with the determination to change someone's fate. Blue eyes, reflecting the timeless sky, saw Sir Roland in a new light. For months, his guidance shone over my path — mentorship and lessons woven within — until he handed me my purpose. "Transform your spirit, young knight, and etch your mark in history. Seek the Aurora Dragon, the last dragon, and prove your worth." </nc-section>