Bhí an oíche fuar agus ciúin, agus an stoirm sneachta ag éirí níos troime gach nóiméad.

The night was cold and quiet, with the snowstorm growing heavier every minute.

Tháinig an gaoith faoi gach coirnéal den chathair scriosta, áit ina raibh mórán daoine uair amháin, ach atá anois folamh agus ina scáth.

The wind swept through every corner of the devastated city, a place once teeming with people, now empty and shadowy.

I measc an tírdhreach reoite seo, bhí Niamh ag iarraidh a bealach a dhéanamh tríd an sneachta domhain.

Amidst this frozen landscape, Niamh was trying to make her way through the deep snow.

Bhí imní uirthi faoi a deartháireacha, Cormac agus Eoin.

She was worried about her brothers, Cormac and Eoin.

Is í Niamh an deirfiúr ba sine, agus bhí sí ag iarraidh iad a aimsiú ó tharla an tubaiste tubaisteach sin.

Niamh was the eldest sister, and she was determined to find them ever since that disastrous catastrophe occurred.

Bhí a fhios aici go raibh sé contúirteach dul amach san oíche seo, ach ní raibh rogha aici.

She knew it was dangerous to go out on such a night, but she had no choice.

Thosaigh sí ag siúl ar aghaidh, a h-aghaidh ag dul i gcrampa faoin ngaoith ghéar, agus a súile ag coimhéad amach don solas bídeach a d'fhéadfadh a dheartháireacha a shábháil.

She started walking forward, her face cramping under the sharp wind, her eyes scanning for the tiny light that might save her brothers.

Bhí Cormac, idirbhliain, ag fanacht i sean-theach le seantrealamh raidió.

Cormac, in his transition year, was waiting in an old house with outdated radio equipment.

Bhí dóchas aige go dtiocfadh Niamh agus Eoin ar ais, ach bhí amhras faoi féin.

He hoped that Niamh and Eoin would return, but he had doubts.

Bhí a fhios aige go raibh sé tábhachtach an raidió a dheisiú, b'fhéidir an t-aon líonra cumarsáide a d'fhéadfadh iad a aontú.

He knew it was important to repair the radio, possibly the only communication network that could reunite them.

B'fhearr leis a bheith gnóthach, a intinn a choinneáil ar rud éigin seachas líon na hoíche.

He preferred to stay busy, keeping his mind off the encroaching darkness.

Idir an dá linn, bhí Eoin, is óige, ag iarraidh teacht ar bhealach a bhaile freisin.

Meanwhile, Eoin, the youngest, was also trying to find his way home.

Cé go raibh sé á dhearbhú é féin misniúil, bhí a fhuinneamh ag dul síos.

While he tried to assure himself that he was brave, his energy was waning.

Bhí na foirgnimh scriosta ag breathnú cosúil le síorchlann, scáthanna fear dóchais eatarthu.

The destroyed buildings looked like a never-ending series, shadows of hope among them.

Ach ní fhéadfadh Eoin ligean dó féin éirí as.

But Eoin couldn’t allow himself to give up.

Bhí sé ag lorg rud éigin a d'fhéadfadh iad a nascadh arís.

He was looking for something that could link them together again.

Nuair a bhí stoirm faoi lánseol, bhí sé de dhíth ar Niamh éirí cróga fiú le gach céim go raibh bail dróng uirthi, go dtí go bhfuair sí í féin i mbéal an tsráidbhaile scor.

As the storm raged on, Niamh needed to be brave even with each exhausting step, until she found herself at the edge of the deserted village.

Bhí tuiscint inti go dtiocfadh di reáchtáil i gceann dá deartháireacha, agus bhí sí ag éirí mífhoighneach.

She felt a sense that she might run into one of her brothers, growing impatient.

Ag an am céanna, bhí Cormac ag obair go dian ar an raidió, na sreangáin á nascadh go cúramach.

At the same time, Cormac was working diligently at the radio, connecting the wires carefully.

D'éist sé lena dheartháir ar an gcósta eile, gan a fhios aige go raibh Eoin ann fosta.

He listened for his brother on the other end, not knowing that Eoin was also there.

Gan amhras, tháinig glór millteanach ón raidió, agus d’aithin Cormac guth Eoin láithreach.

Suddenly, a tremendous voice came through the radio, and Cormac recognized Eoin's voice immediately.

Chuaigh Eoin agus Niamh i dteagmháil le chéile ar an aer leis an leid a thug Cormac dóibh.

Eoin and Niamh communicated with each other over the airwaves, following the lead Cormac gave them.

Bhí seo ina comhartha acu, an ceangal a d'aimsigh a mbealach tríd an stoirm d'aithne a chéile a thabhairt.

This was their signal, the connection that found its way through the storm to bring them back together.

Bhí faoiseamh ar Niamh nuair a fuair sí a deartháireacha sa deireadh.

Niamh felt relieved when she finally found her brothers.

In ainneoin gach rud, thuig sí nach raibh sí ina haonar.

Despite everything, she understood she wasn’t alone.

Lean an triúr acu ar aghaidh, agus ceangail níos láidre inár measc anois.

The three of them continued forward, with stronger bonds among them now.

D’fhoghlaim Niamh go raibh cearta acu go léir an fhreagracht a roinnt, agus ní raibh gá aici dul tríd a n-aistear ina haonar.

Niamh learned that they all shared the responsibility, and she didn’t need to go through their journey alone.

Tháinig deireadh le stoirm, agus ansin bhí an raon bua ar an mballa, mar a sheas siad le chéile ar bhruach na hoíche sa domhan nua seo.

The storm ended, and then the scene was triumphant, as they stood together on the brink of the night in this new world.