<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="red"> Frederick, a young squire, arrives at the castle to begin his training. My horse, a majestic stallion named Thunder, galloped across the open field. The wind whipped through my hair as I rode towards the castle gates. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the stone walls. I could see the banners of the kingdom fluttering in the breeze. As I dismounted near the stables, a towering figure in gleaming armor approached. Sir Roland's weathered face was stern, his eyes sharp as they scanned me from head to toe. His scarred hand rested ominously on the hilt of his sword. "So, you're the new squire they've sent me," he growled, his voice like gravel. "I hope you're not as disappointing as the last one." His gaze lingered on my trembling hands, and I could feel the weight of his judgment pressing down on me. This was going to be far more challenging than I had imagined. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="green"> Frederick, a young squire, arrives at the castle to begin his training. My horse, a majestic stallion named Thunder, galloped across the open field. The wind whipped through my hair as I rode towards the castle gates. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the stone walls. I could see the banners of the kingdom fluttering in the breeze. Just as I was securing Thunder to the post outside the stables, a warm voice called out, "Welcome, young Frederick!" I turned to see Sir Roland approaching, his armor polished to a brilliant shine, but his expression gentle and kind. He extended his hand, and I shook it, feeling the callouses from years of training. "I've heard good things about you," he said with a smile. "Training begins at dawn, but tonight, you'll join me for supper. A squire must be well-fed if he's to serve his kingdom well." His encouraging words eased my nerves, and I knew I had found not just a mentor, but a friend. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue"> Frederick, a young squire, arrives at the castle to begin his training. My horse, a majestic stallion named Thunder, galloped across the open field. The wind whipped through my hair as I rode towards the castle gates. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the stone walls. I could see the banners of the kingdom fluttering in the breeze. The moment I stepped into the stable courtyard, Sir Roland appeared as if from nowhere. His blue cape billowed behind him despite the still air, and his eyes held a knowing depth that seemed to pierce through my very soul. "Frederick," he said, not as a question but as a statement of fact. "The stars spoke of your arrival today." He gestured to the darkening sky where the first stars were becoming visible. "Your path here was written in the heavens, just as your destiny is intertwined with the coming darkness. We have much to discuss, and little time to waste." I stood speechless, my heart racing at the mysterious implications of his words. </nc-section>