<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="red"> Frederick's heart pounded in his chest. Sir Roland, the pride of our realm and the most decorated knight in the kingdom, stood before him at the stables as Frederick led Thunder into the cool apple-scented stable. "Ah, it's about time you got here, squire," Sir Roland bellowed with a pat on Frederick's back. "You might be young, but you are eager and full of courage, just like your eyes light up when you set your gaze on your armor for the first time. That's commendable," Sir Roland added, inspecting each piece of Frederick's gear for wear and tear. Frederick couldn't help but be a little intimidated, but at the same time a growing sense of excitement started to warm his heart – excitement for what he was about to embark on, to become the knight he hoped to be. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="green"> Shadows stretched across the stone path as Frederick walked through the busy courtyard, the plumes of drawn maps and commands flickering in the dimming light. The castle was teeming with life. His keen eyes caught the silhouette of Sir Roland, already engaged in a heated discussion with a passing nobleman. "Perhaps helping us out a little would not be amiss, Your Highness," Sir Roland said, tipping his visor in an inviting manner. Frederick could hear the confident but polite demeanor of the knight, who could maneuver among the high society with the grace of an eagle. Thinking nothing much about his duties and the atmosphere around, Frederick flowed into Sir Roland's scene, being introduced alongside by the nobleman. His arrival was another feather in Sir Roland's cap, bringing the pomp and dread to his busy schedule. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue"> "Welcome, squire," greeted Sir Roland with a warm smile and a pat on Frederick's shoulder as he approached the stables. Seeing Frederick's nervousness and sudden excitement at the sight of his majestic stallion named Thunder, Sir Roland was pleased and full of praise. "...This is Thunder, squire. Maybe a formidable companion to witness your evolution into a knight, just like I did with him." "A mighty stallion for a young squire," Cried Frederick humbly, acknowledging the strength of Thunder with awe and admiration. Sir Roland chuckled gently. "Well, it might not take a mighty stallion to make a knight, but it certainly don't hurt you to have someone to share the journey with, younger companion." As Sir Roland and Frederick talked, the dawn of new training days dawned brightly, with the threads of cunning skills waiting on the guitar. </nc-section>