# The Chronicles of the Last Dragon ## Chapter 1: The Arrival ### Version 1 (red) <nc-section data-title="The Knight's Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, a tall and imposing figure emerged from the shadows. He wore a suit of gleaming armor, and his shield bore the crest of a rearing stallion. "Welcome, young squire," boomed Sir Roland, the local knight known for his valor and skill. "I've been expecting you. Your journey must have been long and arduous, but fear not, for your training begins now." With a clap of his gauntleted hand on my shoulder, he led me towards the castle, an air of excitement and anticipation building within me. </nc-section> ### Version 2 (green) <nc-section data-title="A Warm Greeting" data-color="green"> The stable doors swung open, and a figure emerged, his armor reflecting the fading light. Sir Roland, a seasoned knight of the realm, strode forward with a warm smile. "Frederick, is it? Come, lad, your journey ends here for the time being." His voice was deep and friendly. "Your steed looks well-cared for. I trust your travels were safe?" I nodded eagerly, excited to begin my training under such a renowned warrior. Sir Roland's welcome put me at ease, and I felt a sense of belonging in this strange, new place. </nc-section> ### Version 3 (blue) <nc-section data-title="An Unexpected Encounter" data-color="blue"> As I tended to Thunder, a voice startled me from my focus. "A fine specimen, this stallion. Strong and spirited, much like his rider, I presume?" I turned to find Sir Roland, the legendary knight of the realm, standing before me. His armor shone in the stable's lamplight, and his gaze was keen. "I am Frederick, my lord," I replied, my heart racing. Sir Roland's reputation preceded him, and I felt a surge of pride that he had noticed me. "Your squire, at your service," I added with a bow. </nc-section>