<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> "Well met, young squire!" boomed a voice from behind me. I turned to see a towering figure clad in shining armor, his face hidden beneath a helmet. "You must be Frederick, the new arrival. I am Sir Roland, Knight of the Realm." He extended a gloved hand, a gruff smile on his face. "Sir Roland," I replied respectfully, dismounting and bowing. "It is an honor to meet you." "Honor is a fine word," he chuckled, "But let's not waste time with formalities. The stables are that way," he gestured towards a cluster of brick buildings, "Go see to your mount. Tomorrow, we'll begin your training." With a nod, I led Thunder towards the stables, his hooves crunching on the gravel path. I could feel the weight of my new purpose settling upon my shoulders. My journey had just begun. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The iron gates creaked open, and I rode through, a sense of awe washing over me. The courtyard bustled with activity, knights in shining armor bartering with merchants, pages scurrying about with messages, and servants tending to the castle gardens. I pulled Thunder to a stop near the stables and dismounted. A familiar voice called out, "Look who's arrived! The young squire with the dreams of becoming a mighty warrior." I turned to see Sir Roland, a tall, lean man with silver streaks in his dark hair, emerging from the shadows of the stables. His gaze was keen and his smile, though welcoming, held a hint of amusement. "Sir Roland," I replied, feeling my cheeks redden under his scrutiny. "You are quite right, sir." "Well then," he chuckled, "Let's get you settled in. We have much to teach you, young one." As I followed him towards the stables, I knew my life was about to change in ways I could hardly imagine. This journey was far more daunting than I had ever anticipated. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Thunder, despite his imposing size, was a gentle soul. He allowed me to dismount with a soft whinny, as if acknowledging the grand arrival we had just made. The imposing castle stood before us, a monument to its past glories and a symbol of the future I was about to step into. "Quite a sight, isn't it?" a deep voice rumbled behind me. Turning, I saw Sir Roland, a knight whose name had become legendary in the tales whispered around campfires. He wore armor that shone like polished silver, his expression as stoic as his face. "Indeed, sir," I replied, trying to contain my awe. He grunted, nodding his head toward the stables. "Go tend to your mount, young Frederick. We'll have much to discuss after you've settled in." With a final glance at the castle, I led Thunder toward the stables. The adventure had begun. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement, knowing this was just the beginning of my path to becoming a knight. </nc-section>