Here are three alternate prose sections, continuing the story, each with a different color: **Version 1 (red)** <nc-section data-title="First Impressions" data-color="red"> Thunder snorted, pawing the ground impatiently as I pulled him to a stop near the stables. A tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows, clad in gleaming armor. Sir Roland, the local knight, strode towards me, his face weathered and stern. "So, you're Frederick," he said, his voice gruff. "Heard tales of your arrival. Don't let the grandeur of the castle fool you, squire. Life here is hard work and discipline." His eyes, sharp as flint, seemed to pierce through me. "Are you ready for the challenge?" </nc-section> **Version 2 (green)** <nc-section data-title="A Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> Thunder whinnied softly as we approached the stables, his hooves barely making a sound on the cobblestones. A smiling face appeared from behind a stack of hay bales. Sir Roland, the local knight, greeted me with a hearty laugh. "Welcome, Frederick! I've been expecting you. Come, let me introduce you to the beasts." He clapped a hand on my shoulder, his grip surprisingly strong. "Don't worry, you'll be in good hands here. We'll have you riding and fighting like a seasoned knight before you know it." </nc-section> **Version 3 (blue)** <nc-section data-title="A Moment of Doubt" data-color="blue"> Thunder stopped at the edge of the stables, his breath misting in the cool evening air. I dismounted, my heart pounding in my chest. A figure emerged from the shadows, his armor polished to a mirror shine. Sir Roland. He stood tall and silent, his expression unreadable. I swallowed nervously, suddenly unsure if I was ready for this. The weight of expectation pressed down on me. Could I live up to the legends? Could I become a knight like him? </nc-section>