<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a figure emerged from the shadows of the stables. Sir Roland stood there, his armor gleaming even in the fading light. His face was stern, his eyes narrowed as they assessed me from head to toe. "So, you're the new squire they've sent me," he said, his voice rough like gravel. "Let's see if you're worth the trouble. Unsaddle your horse and see to the other mounts. The knights return soon, and I expect every animal tended to before you even think of food or rest." He turned without another word, his cape billowing behind him as he walked away. I swallowed hard, realizing my training had begun the moment I arrived. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Friendly Encounter" data-color="green"> I had just finished brushing Thunder when a hearty laugh caught my attention. Sir Roland approached with a warm smile, his armor less imposing than I had imagined. "Welcome, young Frederick! I've heard good things about you," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. "No need to look so nervous. Every great knight started where you are now." He took the brush from my hands and demonstrated the proper technique for grooming a warhorse. "Take your time with Thunder. A knight's relationship with his steed is sacred. When you're finished, join me in the courtyard. We'll begin with something simple today." I felt my anxiety melt away, replaced by a renewed determination to make him proud. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Mysterious Knight" data-color="blue"> The stable was nearly empty when I led Thunder inside. I was minding my own business when I noticed a tall figure standing silently in the corner. Sir Roland had been watching me, unnoticed until now. "You have a gentle touch with animals," he said, stepping into the light. His voice was calm but carried an otherworldly resonance that made the hair on my arms stand up. "That's rare. Most boys your age are too eager to prove their strength." He moved closer, and I saw that his eyes were an unusual shade of violet. "There's more to being a knight than skill with a sword, Frederick. Much more. The horses sense it. They sense what you carry within you." He placed a hand on Thunder's flank, and the usually skittish stallion calmed instantly. "We'll speak more tomorrow. For now, rest. You'll need your strength for what lies ahead." </nc-section>