Bhí grian geal an tsamhraidh ag lonrú ar na hAillte Mhóra.

The bright summer sun was shining on the Cliffs of Moher.

Bhí an fharraige ag bualadh na haille go rithimiúil, amhail is dá mba cheol binn é.

The sea was rhythmically crashing against the cliff, as if it were a sweet melody.

Bhí slua turasóirí timpeall, gach duine ag babhta na haislingeanna.

There was a crowd of tourists around, everyone at a loss for words.

Gáire agus siamsaíocht i ngach áit.

Laughter and entertainment were everywhere.

Bhí Aisling agus Cian ar a slí.

Aisling and Cian were on their way.

Bhí siad sa tóir ar aidé a bhí caillte, a bheidh an-sean.

They were in search of a lost artifact, one that was very old.

Bhí an t-artefact sin luaite i seanleabhar tithe a d’aimsigh Aisling.

This artifact was mentioned in an ancient house book that Aisling had found.

Bhí Aisling paiseanta faoi stair agus seandachtaí.

Aisling was passionate about history and antiquities.

Bhí sí cinnte go raibh sé ann.

She was certain it existed.

Bhí Cian coimeádach, míthuisceanach faoin scéal. Ach bhí sé sách dílis dá chara chun í a leanúint.

Cian was skeptical and did not understand the story, but he was loyal enough to his friend to follow her.

"Déan cinnte nach síobhtar linne isteach san imreoracht," d'fhreagair Cian, ag féachaint ar na haillte ardacha.

“Make sure we don’t get swept into the void,” Cian said, looking at the high cliffs.

Bhí an bóthar contúirteach.

The path was dangerous.

“Tá sé níos mó ná sin,” arsa Aisling.

“It’s more than that,” said Aisling.

“Má thagann sé ar lámha daoine olc, beidh an tír i mbaol.”

“If it falls into the wrong hands, the country will be in danger.”

Seans.

Maybe.

Seans gur aréir nochtadh an teachtaireacht i lámhscríbhinn; cé gur meabhraí an léic a bhí aimed ó phé brí fánach.

Maybe the message was revealed last night in a manuscript, even though it was just a vague hint.

“Caithfidh muid dul thíos ansin,” arsa Aisling, ag síneadh pointe i dtreo béal uaimh ar thaobh na haille.

“We have to go down there,” said Aisling, pointing toward the mouth of a cave on the side of the cliff.

“Tá tú as do mheabhair!” a dúirt Cian.

“You’re out of your mind!” said Cian.

“D’fhéadfadh sé bheith buailte.”

“It could be deadly.”

Ach chuaigh siad síos.

But they went down.

An doras ar oscailt, d’fhág Cian éadósach. Chuala siad fuaimeanna eile.

The door open, Cian felt uneasy. They heard other sounds.

Duine eile san uaimh?

Someone else in the cave?

Bhí na guailleartha a leanúint.

They followed the footsteps.

Bhí daoine eile ann.

There were other people.

“Eistigí leo,” a dúirt fear dorcha.

“Listen to them,” said a dark man.

“Tá siad gar. Caithfimid an sárú orthu.”

“They’re close. We need to capture them.”

D'eist Aisling agus Cian i gcoinníoll crua éadóchasach lethbhádh san uaimh ghunna.

Aisling and Cian listened in a state of desperate panic, half hidden in the cave's shadows.

Tharbhair might péirte.

They had few options.

“Déan exicitus,” a dúirt Aisling le siabhrann uasail. Bhí an cás casta.

“Execute,” Aisling said to her noble companion. The situation was complicated.

Ach bhí iontas ag an mnaoi í féin eile.

But the woman surprised herself.

“Níor óismhí-oirthem i gciora,” dfgé án capocht scéal inmholta – cosúil póihine; coimeád mar gníomhaire a d’aitheantas an liontais.

“I wasn’t prepared for this,” she told herself, similar to a fleeting moment; preserving as an agent who recognized the wonder.

Bhí Aisling cróga agus bhain sí an lámh in uachtar sa deireadh.

Aisling was brave and eventually triumphed.

Chuir Cian anuas an eilifint dubh gorm mar ghliond potfa iniúchta.

Cian subdued the black and blue elephant in a moment of investigative brilliance.

Fuair Aisling an t-artefact, breá agus solás i gcónaí.

Aisling got the artifact, fine and secure in her hands.

“Tá bratmharga tú,” d’fhuaighfálta Cian.

“You’re remarkable,” said Cian, with genuine admiration.

Ach le faoisimh clár an cospearta.

But the relief of the cooperation plan was evident.

D’fhág siad an áit go sábháilte, an t-artefact agus iad féin slán.

They left the place safely, the artifact and themselves intact.

“Ní dhearna muid sin gan a chéile,” arsa Aisling, mar bhíonn léacsanna stair na saolta eile fíorthábhacta.

“We couldn’t have done it without each other,” said Aisling, since the lessons of other worlds' histories are incredibly important.

D’fhoghlaim Aisling sás praiticiúil Cian, cé a dínamh de bhruidiúlacht an nduíg.

Aisling learned Cian’s practical approach, who acted with boldness out of necessity.

Agus D’easc Cian féin zachmán fionnachtain stair toirchís foilsithe.

And Cian discovered a new zeal for historical exploration.

Bhí an tír ábhair, agus d’fhág cairdeas le réics nua.

The country was secure, and their friendship forged a new chapter.