<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival - Version 1" data-color="red"> Frederick dismounted Thunder and approached the stables, where he was greeted by the towering figure of Sir Roland. The knight’s armor glinted in the dying light, and a kind smile played on his lips. "Welcome, young Frederick. Your journey must have been long. Thunder looks like he could use a good rest," he said, patting the stallion. Frederick nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Thank you, Sir Roland. I've dreamed of this day for years." The knight’s laughter boomed through the stable. "Well, your training starts tomorrow at dawn. Tonight, enjoy the feast in the Great Hall. You'll meet the others there." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival - Version 2" data-color="green"> As Frederick neared the stables, he was greeted by Sir Roland, whose armor bore the scars of many battles but whose face held a gentle, welcoming smile. "Frederick, it's good to see you. Thunder looks magnificent," Sir Roland said, admiring the stallion. "I'm honored to be here, Sir Roland," Frederick replied, his voice filled with awe. Sir Roland laughed warmly. "Come, let's get Thunder settled. You have much to learn, and the road ahead is not easy. But tonight, you are our guest. The feast will soon begin, and you’ll find that the castle holds many secrets." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival - Version 3" data-color="blue"> Frederick led Thunder to the stables, where Sir Roland stood waiting, his armor polished to a shine. The knight extended a hand, which Frederick shook eagerly. "Welcome, Frederick," Sir Roland said with a nod. "Thunder is a fine steed. You must be proud." Frederick smiled, feeling a sense of belonging. "Thank you, Sir Roland. I am ready to begin my training." The knight chuckled softly. "There's time for that. Tonight, we celebrate your arrival. The feast in the Great Hall is in your honor. Tomorrow we start at first light, but for now, relax and enjoy." </nc-section>