<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival - Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, a tall figure clad in gleaming armor approached with a confident stride. "Welcome to the castle, Frederick," the man said, his voice warm yet commanding. It was Sir Roland, the kingdom's most respected knight. His eyes held a spark of curiosity and determination as he extended a firm hand in greeting. "I hear you have great potential. Come, let me show you around." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival - Version 2" data-color="green"> Near the stables, a rugged knight appeared, wiping his hands on a leather cloth. "Ah, you must be Frederick," he said, nodding thoughtfully. Sir Roland’s grizzled face broke into a rare smile. "I’ll be your mentor here. The road to knighthood is perilous, but I’ll guide you every step of the way." With that, he gestured toward the castle’s inner courtyard, where training awaited. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival - Version 3" data-color="blue"> Just as I was settling the reins, a figure emerged from the shadows of the stable, his armor gleaming faintly in the evening light. "Greetings, young squire," Sir Roland announced, his voice steady and reassuring. "I’ve watched you ride in from afar; your skill speaks volumes." His gaze was sharp, assessing. "If you’re ready, there’s much for you to learn—starting at dawn." He turned, leading the way into the heart of the castle. </nc-section>