<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival (Alternate Version 1)" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, I was greeted by Sir Roland, the local knight. He was a tall and imposing figure, with a thick beard and piercing blue eyes. His armor was polished to a high shine, and he carried himself with an air of authority. "You must be Frederick," he said gruffly. "I've been expecting you. Follow me, and I'll show you to your quarters." I nodded nervously and followed him through the castle courtyard. I couldn't believe I was finally here. I had dreamed of this moment for as long as I could remember. Sir Roland led me to a small room near the training grounds. It was sparsely furnished, with just a cot, a desk, and a chair. But it was mine, and I was grateful. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival (Alternate Version 2)" data-color="green"> As I approached the stables, I saw a knight coming towards me. It was Sir Roland, the local knight. He was a kind-looking man with a friendly smile and twinkling eyes. He was dressed in a suit of armor that was adorned with intricate designs. "Greetings, Frederick," he said warmly. "Welcome to the castle. I'm Sir Roland, and I'll be your mentor during your time here." I smiled and shook his hand. "It's an honor to meet you, Sir Roland," I replied. He led me to the stables, where Thunder was settled in comfortably. "You have a fine horse, Frederick," Sir Roland said, patting Thunder on the neck. "Thank you, Sir Roland," I said. "He's been a loyal companion." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival (Alternate Version 3)" data-color="blue"> As I neared the stables, I saw a knight standing by the entrance. It was Sir Roland, the local knight. He was a stern-looking man with a hard gaze and a scar running down his left cheek. His armor was scratched and dented, and he looked like he had seen many battles. "Frederick," he said curtly. "You're late. Follow me." I swallowed nervously and followed him through the castle courtyard. He led me to a small, cold room in the castle's north tower. There was a tiny window that looked out onto the moat. "This will be your quarters," Sir Roland said. "You'll find everything you need here. Be ready for training at dawn." </nc-section>