<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Thunder snorted and dipped his head, indicating the stable entrance. I dismounted, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension. A gruff voice boomed, "Well, look what we have here! A young lad fresh off the farm." I turned to see a towering figure, his armor gleaming in the fading light. "Sir Roland, I presume?" I asked, bowing my head. The knight chuckled, a sound like rolling thunder. "Indeed, boy. You must be young Frederick. Come, let's get you settled." He gestured towards the stables, a wide grin spreading across his face. "The sooner you learn to handle a steed, the sooner you'll be ready to face the real world." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> As I approached the stables, a tall, imposing figure stepped out, his voice booming across the courtyard. "Welcome, young Frederick. You must be the newest recruit." He smiled, his weathered face softening a bit. "I'm Sir Roland, the castle's Knight Commander. I understand you're eager for training?" He extended a hand, his calloused fingertips resting on my shoulder. "Well, young one, I've seen many come and go. But there's something about you... something that tells me you possess the heart of a true knight." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> I led Thunder into the stables, the scent of hay and horses calming my nerves. A man emerged from the shadows, his keen eyes studying me. "So, you're the young squire," he said, his voice deep and gravelly. "I'm Sir Roland, the castle's guardian. You've got a long road ahead of you, but I'm happy to help you navigate it." He reached out, placing a hand on Thunder's flank. "A fine steed you've got there. Treat him well, and he'll carry you through many adventures." </nc-section>