<nc-section data-title="The Knight's Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder in the castle courtyard, a figure in gleaming armor approached. The setting sun reflected off his polished breastplate, nearly blinding me. Sir Roland stood tall, his stern face framed by a graying beard, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "So you're the new squire they've sent me," he said, his voice like gravel. "I expected someone... taller." I swallowed hard and bowed my head. "I am Frederick, Sir Roland. I've come to train under your tutelage." He grunted, circling me like a hawk assessing prey. "Can you even lift a sword, boy? Or have you spent your life chasing butterflies in that village of yours?" Before I could answer, he drew his sword with lightning speed, the blade stopping inches from my throat. My breath caught, but I stood my ground, refusing to show fear. A slow smile spread across Sir Roland's face. "Good. You have courage. We'll see if it's matched by skill. Follow me, Frederick. Your training begins now." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Guidance" data-color="green"> I had just finished brushing Thunder when I heard footsteps behind me. Turning, I found Sir Roland watching me, his armor less intimidating up close, his expression thoughtful rather than severe. "Taking good care of your mount is the first lesson in knighthood," he said, his voice kinder than I had expected. "A knight is nothing without a loyal horse." "Thank you, sir," I replied, bowing respectfully. Sir Roland approached and patted Thunder's neck, the stallion nuzzling his hand in response. "I was told about your arrival. The village master speaks highly of your dedication." I felt my cheeks flush at the praise. "I only wish to serve the kingdom, sir." "And serve you shall," he said, his eyes meeting mine with genuine warmth. "But knighthood is more than swordplay and battle. It's about honor, wisdom, and knowing when to show mercy. Come, let me show you to your chambers. Tomorrow at dawn, your true training begins." As we walked through the castle grounds, Sir Roland pointed out various areas of importance, explaining their histories and purposes. I listened intently, grateful for this unexpected kindness from the legendary knight. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Mysterious Knight" data-color="blue"> The stable shadows grew long as I tended to Thunder, the last rays of sunlight disappearing behind the castle walls. A sudden movement in the darkness made me reach for the small knife at my belt, but I relaxed when Sir Roland stepped into the dim light. "They told me you were coming, Frederick," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He removed his helmet, revealing surprisingly young features beneath, though his eyes held ancient wisdom. "Sir Roland, I am honored to meet you," I said, bowing deeply. He waved away my formality. "There's no time for pleasantries. Did you see anyone on your journey here? Anyone following you?" I frowned, confused by the question. "No, sir. Only the occasional traveler." Sir Roland nodded slowly, his gaze darting around the stable as if expecting danger. "Good. Your presence here must remain our secret for now. The king has enemies who would strike at him through those he values." "Me? But I'm just a squire," I protested. "Not anymore," Sir Roland said, his hand resting on my shoulder. "You were chosen for a reason, Frederick. Your bloodline is more important than you know. Come with me. There's much to explain, and little time before the moon rises." </nc-section>