<nc-section data-title="The Encounter" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, my heart raced with anticipation. Approaching the stables, I saw Sir Roland, the very knight rumored to have defeated the dragon. His armor shone brightly under the setting sun, a testament to his skill and valor. With a respectful nod, I introduced myself. Sir Roland acknowledged my name with a gracious smile, saying he was pleased to see the kingdom's young apprentice select such a faithful steed. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Lesson Begins" data-color="green"> Fredrick wiped the sweat from his brow as Sir Roland ushered him into the training grounds. The sound of metal striking metal filled the air as the other squires practiced their swordplay. Toasty, too, tried to mimic their advanced techniques, his hoof flunging in awkward arcs. Sir Roland gave him a gentle prod behind the ears, and the great horse snorted, seeming as if he understood the instructions, but we all knew better. It was going to take time, dedication, and patience to master even the most basic skills. With a firm hand on Frederick's shoulder, the knight began to demonstrate the proper stance and form. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A New Ally" data-color="blue"> I gazed at the approach of the giant, painted beast that was Thunder, sensing the emotion and calm beneath his majestic posture. Acknowledging our unspoken bond, I braced myself, readying my shield and weapon. Sir Roland, with a wise and understanding gaze, encouraged me to lead the horse for the first march, a chance to prove my mettle and build trust with him. Together as a team, we set out towards the great hall, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. I knew this marked the beginning of a grand adventure, one where salvation of our kingdom rested upon our friendship and prowess.