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<nc-section id="chapter1_v1" data-title="Approaching the Castle Walls (ft. Sir Roland)" data-color="red"> I could see distant figures coming towards me, and as they drew closer, I could make out a man in shining armor, a knight. He was called "Sir Roland," the heralder had announced it to me on my arrival. As I dismounted Thunder, Sir Roland approached me with a stern expression. "Well, well, what have we here?" he said, eyeing me up and down. "A new squire, I presume." I nodded, trying to hide my nervousness. "Yes, sir. I'm Frederick, and I've come to begin my training here at the castle." Sir Roland looked me over, taking in my dirt-caked clothing and stained traveling cloak. "Tch, you're a bit of a mess, aren't you? I suppose we'd better get you cleaned up before you meet the rest of the crew. Follow me." He turned and strode towards the stables, and I hurried after him, determined to make a good impression. I heard him muttering to himself as we walked. "Another one of these country bumpkins, I s'pose. Let's hope he's got a bit of guts in him, at least. We wouldn't want to have to replace the gives up living with us too soon." I gritted my teeth, offended by his gruffness, but holding back from voicing my grievance, knowing I was out of my depth and that Roland and I wouldn't get along if I injured his pride.<nc-section> <nc-section id="chapter1_v2" data-title="Meeting the Stable Master" data-color="green"> My horse, a majestic stallion named Thunder, galloped across the open field, its hooves pounding the ground. As the castle loomed before me, I could see a figure emerge from the stables. It was a middle-aged man with weathered skin and a kind smile. "Welcome, young squire!" he called out, waving a hand in greeting. "I'm the stable master here at Eldoria castle. I was told to expect a new arrival today." I dismounted and approached him, introducing myself. The stable master nodded, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "Ah, Frederick! We've been looking forward to having you join us. I'm here to take care of all the animals and ensure their wellbeing. It's a crucial role in keeping this castle running smoothly." He glanced around, then leaned in closer. "Between you and me, sometimes it feels like the knights are more interested in polishing their armor than caring for their mounts. But don't tell anyone I said that!" I chuckled, feeling more at ease in his presence. As we walked towards the stables, the stable master continued. "I'll find a suitable spot for you and Thunder to stay. And if you ever want to learn more about animal care, just let me know. I've been working with these creatures all my life, and I'm more than happy to pass on my knowledge." I thanked him gratefully, already feeling like I had made an important ally in this new chapter of my life. As we entered the stables, the peace of the setting sun washed over me, and I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I would face them with a lighter heart.<nc-section> <nc-section id="chapter1_v4" data-title="Sir Roland's Ultimate Color" data-color="blue"> My horse, a majestic stallion named Thunder, galloped across the open field, his hooves pounding the earth. The castle loomed before me, its towering walls and flying flags a stark contrast to the gently sloping hills of my homeland. As I drew nearer, I could make out a figure emerging from the castle gates, and I realized it was a knight, probably sent to greet me. The knight approached on horseback, and as he drew closer, I could see that he was an imposing figure. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair peeking out from under his helmet and a well-worn sword at his side. He gazd down at me, his blue eyes piercing my very being, that's blue eyes. I cowered in shame for my filthiness. I was hardly worth the Coal used to polish them up. Thunder skidded to a halt in front of the knight, and I dismounted, feeling like an ant next to a mountain as I stood before him. He gave no welcome. I stood, mouth hanging open, heart pounded in my ears. Finally, he spoke: "You are a long way from home, squire." "Yes, sir. I've come to start my training as a knight," I said, my voice trembling slightly. The knight nodded, his expression unreadable. "I'm Sir Roland, one of the senior knights here at the castle. I'll be in charge of evaluating your progress and deciding if you're fit to join our ranks." he made no attempt to hide a chuckle in his voice. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my fear in check. I knew that Sir Roland had a reputation for being tough and unforgiving. Rumors spoke of him having lost his way, and that his farm had gone to ruin, leaving him with nothing but his sword to call his own. I could only hope that he would find something redeemable in me. As the sun set behind us, casting long shadows across the grass, Sir Roland dismounted and approached me, his armor clinking with each step. He looked me up and down, taking in the way my dirt-smeared tunic had slid down my shoulder and the holes in my worn, dirty boots, and I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. I wasn't used to being scrutinized like this, and I had no idea what Sir Roland was thinking.<nc-section>