<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Encounter (Red)" data-color="red"> Frederick dismounted his noble steed, his hand resting on the reins with a sense of solemn duty. Sir Roland, the local knight renowned for his valor and chivalry, emerged from the shadows of the stables. His armor, a shining red reflecting the dying sun, commanded awe. A respectful nod exchanged between the two, Frederick bowed deeply, his heart ablaze with determination. "Welcome to the knight's side, young squire," Sir Roland boomed, his voice echoing in the silent expanse. "Today marks the beginning of your true journey." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Promises of Mentorship (Green)" data-color="green"> Sir Roland extended his hand, the emerald tint of his gauntlet catching a stray ray of the sun. "Frederick, in green stands the first step towards wisdom," he said, pointing to an unassuming, yet grand green-painted door at the far end of the stable. Behind it lay the Knight's Hall, a place where knowledge and strategy would be melded together. "Here, you will learn the art of swordplay, the secrets of armory, and the importance of honor. The heart of a knight beats for those who share its rhythm." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Oath of the Square Table (Blue)" data-color="blue"> At the heart of the Knight's Hall stood a large stone table, its surface smooth and cold under the knight's touch. Blue, the color of loyalty and trust, blanketed the chessboard like a serene ocean. Frederick's heart raced as Sir Roland placed a hand on the cold stone, his eyes meeting Frederick's. "Upon this board, we shall play not just chess, but the very fabric of destiny and duty," he intoned. After a deep breath, Sir Roland pointed to the center square, "Receive your piece, young squire. May it guide you along the path of true justice and strength." </nc-section>