<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival (cont.) - Red" data-color="red"> A man dressed in gleaming silver armor, his helmet under his arm, strode towards me. "You must be Frederick," he said with a welcoming smile. "I am Sir Roland, your mentor for the duration of your training." His voice was firm yet friendly. I nodded, dismounted, and extended a hand which he gripped firmly. "If this is your first time at a castle," he said, "get used to the noise in the stables. Follow me." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival (cont.) - Green" data-color="green"> A knight clad in verdant battle garb approached. "So, you're the lad sent to train here. Sir Roland at your service," he said with a wink, removing his helm. "Best tie up your horse near the others. They can be a rowdy bunch." He swept his hand to the stables. "I'm your guide." The stables hummed with animal chatter, making me smile. I followed Sir Roland after securing Thunder. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival (cont.) - Blue" data-color="blue"> A knight in azure armor, silver eyes piercing through me met mine. "Sir Roland. And you must be Frederick." He revealed a blinding grin. "Dismount." I did as told, a handshake sealing the introduction. "Stables are through those arches. Expect a ruckus. Get used to it." My heart thundered in my chest, twin to that of my horse, as we sauntered to the stable.