Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8DM6GTMD5Y6XPSSX8ZAMG

Okay, here are three alternate prose sections continuing the story, adhering to your instructions and color requests: **Version 1 (Red)** <nc-section data-title="A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a man sculpted from granite and grim determination, was already waiting near the stables. His armor, polished to a deadly sheen, reflected the dying light, and a palpable aura of authority radiated from him. He didn’t offer a smile, merely a curt nod as I dismounted Thunder, the stallion sensing the knight’s seriousness and shifting nervously. “Squire Frederick,” he rumbled, his voice like gravel grinding against stone. “You’ve arrived. Let’s hope you’re prepared for more than just admiring the view. The training begins at dawn.” He gestured sharply towards a towering figure – Master Theron, the castle’s renowned, and notoriously brutal, swordsmaster. A shiver ran down my spine. This wasn't the idyllic beginning I’d imagined. </nc-section> **Version 2 (Green)** <nc-section data-title="A Gentle Hand" data-color="green"> A figure emerged from the stables, a flash of emerald green in the fading light. It was Sir Roland, and surprisingly, he possessed a warmth about him that belied his imposing stature. He knelt beside Thunder, gently scratching the stallion’s neck before turning his attention to me. “Welcome to Castle Blackwood, Frederick," he said, his voice surprisingly soft. “I’ve been expecting you. Master Theron is… particular. Don’t be alarmed by his methods; he demands excellence, and in the long run, it’s a path to true strength. I’ll see you through your initial briefings, and ensure you’re properly acquainted with the castle’s routines. Rest well, lad. Tomorrow is a long day.” He offered a small, reassuring smile, a subtle contrast to the formidable knight I’d anticipated. </nc-section> **Version 3 (Blue)** <nc-section data-title="Echoes of the Past" data-color="blue"> The rain began to fall as Sir Roland approached, the droplets clinging to his silvered armor like captured moonlight. He moved with the measured grace of a seasoned warrior, his eyes – a piercing shade of blue – seeming to hold the weight of countless battles. “Squire Frederick,” he greeted, the words carried on the damp air. “I’m Roland, Knight-Captain of Blackwood. My duty is to ensure your safety, and, more importantly, your discipline.” He paused, a shadow momentarily crossing his face. “This castle… it holds memories. Memories of dragons, of loss, of a time when heroes were forged in fire. You’ll learn much here, not just of swordsmanship, but of duty, and perhaps, of the darkness that still lingers.” He gestured to the sprawling castle, a silent sentinel against the stormy sky. “Let us hope you are ready to face it.” </nc-section> --- Which version do you like best, or would you like me to combine elements from different versions or explore a completely new direction?