<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Greeting - Red" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, the scent of hay filled the air. Sir Roland, with his armor shining like the blood ruby of an autumn apple, approached me. "Welcome, squire Frederick. I am Sir Roland, the guardian of these grounds. Your training will be rigorous, but I believe in your potential," he declared with a tone as fiery as the hue surrounding us. His eyes, like burnished copper, reflected a life of battles won and lost. I bowed deeply, my heart racing with both fear and excitement. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Greeting - Green" data-color="green"> Sir Roland's stride was steady as he led me towards the stables, where the sound of neighs mingled with the earthy scent of woodshavings. Each step was a testament to his devotion to the lush forests we protected from marauders. "Understand this, squire," he began, his voice a soothing melody amidst the green fields, "nature has been a stern teacher, but she also offers profound wisdom. Embrace her lessons well." I nodded, absorbing his words as I took in the verdant splendor of the village nestled between the sheltering arms of ancient trees. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Greeting - Blue" data-color="blue"> The sky above mirrored the calm, azure waters of the nearby lake, where I found myself standing next to Sir Roland by the stables. "Young man," he spoke calmly, his manner as serene as the restful blue above, "your journey has only begun. Here, amid the hush of dusk and the gentle neighs of our steeds, you'll learn more than just swordplay and heraldry. You'll learn about loyalty, honor, and the whispered secrets of the land." I watched as the gentle breeze carried the lapping sound of water, and found myself wondering what mysteries lay ahead in the vast expanse of the realm. </nc-section>