Bhí an t-aer fuar agus úr ag Newgrange, an láithreach ársa clúiteach i gContae na Mí.

The air was cold and fresh at Newgrange, the famous ancient site in County Meath.

Bhí Samhain gar, agus an mhaidin grianmhar ag stealladh solas óir ar an talamh.

Samhain was near, and the sunny morning was pouring golden light on the ground.

Bhí an ithir tais ó thitim an bháisteach oíche roimhe sin, agus bhí crainn ag caitheamh a ndathanna cheanna féin, sna duilleoga ar an talamh.

The soil was damp from the rain that had fallen the night before, and trees were shedding their own colors in the leaves on the ground.

Bhí Aisling agus Eoin ag siúl leis an ngrúpa turasóirí, Eoin ag stiúradh orthu faoi stair na háite.

Aisling and Eoin were walking with the group of tourists, with Eoin guiding them about the history of the place.

Ach i lár an turais, stop Aisling go tobann.

But in the middle of the tour, Aisling stopped suddenly.

"Féach, Eoin!" ar sí, ag léiriú le méar ar inscríbhínní nach bhfaca sí riamh cheana.

"Look, Eoin!" she said, pointing with a finger at inscriptions she had never seen before.

Bhí siad fraochta, úr. Bhí scríbhinní ársa le léamh acu, ach bhí cuma nua orthu.

They were vibrant, fresh. There were ancient writings to be read, but they looked new.

Bhí rud éigin neamhghnách.

There was something unusual.

Bhí fhios ag Eoin nach raibh ní ba mhó i gceist ná drochphleidhceacht.

Eoin knew there was more involved than just a prank.

Ar a chith ann féin, ba bheag leis insint níos faide.

In his own confusion, there was little more he could say.

"Caithfidh muid aire a thabhairt," ar sé, ag scrúdú na gcarraigeacha le fiosracht innihlethe.

"We must be careful," he said, examining the rocks with an engaged curiosity.

Ach ní raibh Aisling sásta é seo a fhágáil gan scrúdú ceart a dhéanamh.

But Aisling wasn't satisfied to leave it without proper scrutiny.

"Déanfaidh mé comparáid leis na taifid ar fad," ar sí go cróga.

"I'll compare them with all the records," she said boldly.

Bhí rún aici teacht ar fhírinne na rúndiamhaí.

She was determined to uncover the truth behind the mystery.

Agus oíche amháin, chuaigh Eoin in éineacht léi isteach sa suíomh, iad araon lán de mhothúcháin fronntailteach.

And one night, Eoin accompanied her into the site, both filled with a sense of expectant apprehension.

D'fhéach siad le chéile ar na sean-taifid agus na pictiúir.

They examined the old records and pictures together.

De réir a chéile, bhí rud iontais le feiceáil.

Gradually, something astonishing was revealed.

Ní raibh an píosa nua, ní raibh sé riamh inghlactha go dtí seo. Bhí sé ann leis na céadta bliain.

The new piece wasn't new at all; it had been there for hundreds of years.

Chas scéal an inscríbhínigh seo gach rud bun os cionn.

The story of this inscription turned everything upside down.

D'éirigh cáiliúil an fionnachtain, sa deireadh.

The discovery became famous in the end.

Fuair Aisling aitheantas idirnáisiúnta don tuiscint dhomhúil a thug sí, é sin ag spreagadh í níos mó i dtreo a brionglóid mar sheandálaí.

Aisling received international recognition for the deep understanding she provided, spurring her further towards her dream as an archaeologist.

Bhí iontas ar Eoin, faoi chás an chlaochlaithe, ag dul i muinín an aclaíochta nua seo a tháinig leis an gcástriall sa saol.

Eoin was amazed at the transformation, relying on this new flexibility brought on by the adventure in life.

Bhí scéal na n-inscríbhinní croíúil, agus d'fhág sé rian buan ar gach duine a bhí páirteach iontu ag Newgrange.

The story of the inscriptions was heartfelt and left a lasting impact on everyone involved at Newgrange.

Bhí Eoin níos oscailte anois do na rudaí nach raibh coinne aige leo, agus faoiseamh aige i ndíoltaisí gan choinne.

Eoin was now more open to things he didn't anticipate, finding comfort in unforeseen revelations.

Idir an dá linn, lean an Samhain ar aghaidh agus an t-am idir two domhan ag cúngú go mín.

Meanwhile, Samhain continued, and the time between two worlds was gently narrowing.