Bhí an stoirm ag rith trí na haillte móra.

The storm was racing through the hn aillte móra.

Bhí lá Lá Fhéile Bríde ann, ach níor mhothaigh Aoife faoiseamh na féile.

It was Lá Fhéile Bríde day, but Aoife didn't feel the relief of the celebration.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh Cian a aimsiú, an grianghrafadóir a bhí imithe.

She was trying to find Cian, the photographer who had disappeared.

Dúirt daoine gur tháinig siad chun na haille le pictiúir áille a thógáil.

People said he went to the cliffs to take beautiful pictures.

Ach anois, bhí contúirt ann.

But now, there was danger.

Chuir an gaoth fíochmhar fada tríd an bhféar crua, agus bhí sé deacair radharc a fháil toisc na scamaill dhorcha ag teacht leis an mbáisteach troim.

The fierce wind blew through the hard grass, making it difficult to see due to the dark clouds carrying heavy rain.

Bhí Aoife i gcónaí cróga agus cliste, treoraí iontaofa na háite.

Aoife was always brave and smart, a reliable guide of the area.

Ach le feiceallú na stoirme, bhí imní ag méadú.

But with the storm's fury, anxiety was growing.

Tháinig Saoirse léi.

Saoirse came with her.

Bhí Saoirse cliste, díograiseach, agus i gcónaí réidh le cabhrú.

Saoirse was clever, eager, and always ready to help.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh cabhrú le haon rud.

She wanted to help with anything.

"Ná bí faoi bhrú léi féin," arsa Saoirse.

"Don't be burdened on your own," said Saoirse.

"Is féidir linn é seo a dhéanamh le chéile."

"We can do this together."

Ghlac Aoife leis.

Aoife agreed.

Bhí a fhios aici go raibh Saoirse ceart.

She knew Saoirse was right.

Mar sin, thosaigh an bheirt acu ag siúl ar an gcnoic garbha, ag glaoch ainm Cian thar an ngaoithéad.

So, the two of them started walking on the rough hills, calling Cian's name over the wind.

Bhí an dorchadas ag titim go gasta, agus bhí Aoife in ísle brí.

Darkness was falling quickly, and Aoife felt despondent.

Ach ansin, chuamar go mullach na haille, agus thosaigh an toirneach ag soilsiú, nochtadhas dealbh beag criostail Cian thíos orthu.

But then, as they reached the cliff top, lightning started to illuminate, revealing a small crystal statue of Cian below them.

Bhí Cian sábháilte ach sáinnithe, ag suí ar cheann de na leaca.

Cian was safe but trapped, sitting on one of the ledges.

Bhí buaic na stoirm díreach os a gcionn, an toirneach ag briseadh an spéir.

The storm's peak was right above them, the thunder breaking the sky.

Thuig Aoife go raibh fadhb acu anois, ach freisin réiteach.

Aoife understood they had a problem now, but also a solution.

"Anois!" a dúirt Aoife.

"Now!" said Aoife.

Rinne sí agus Saoirse iarracht rópa a scaoileadh síos leis.

She and Saoirse tried to lower a rope down to him.

Bhí an gaoith ag éirí níos fíochmhaire.

The wind was getting fiercer.

B'in an t-aon seans a bhí acu.

That was their only chance.

Chomh luath is a bhain an rópa bun an leac amach, ghreamaigh Cian é ina lámha.

As soon as the rope reached the edge of the ledge, Cian grasped it in his hands.

Le húinéara, tharraing Aoife agus Saoirse é suas go mall.

With determination, Aoife and Saoirse pulled him up slowly.

Chonaic siad aghaidh ghrinniúl agus buíoch Cian nuair a shroich sé barr an aille.

They saw Cian's grateful and relieved face when he reached the top of the cliff.

Bhí lorg an stoirm i ngar baile.

The storm's trace was near town.

Bhí sé fós tirim agus fuadrach, ach anois bhí an t-áthas ag barr a gcroíthe.

It was still dry and tumultuous, but now joy was at the top of their hearts.

D'imigh siad go dtí teach solais atá suite gar na haille.

They went to a lighthouse located near the cliffs.

Sa thearmann te, chuir Cian a bhuaireachas in iúl.

In the warm sanctuary, Cian expressed his worries.

Ghabh sé buíochas leo as a misneach.

He thanked them for their bravery.

Chonaic Aoife lán lúcháir ina fíochmhar don chabhair a bhí léi ó Saoirse.

Aoife saw pure joy in his fierce gratitude for Saoirse’s help.

Tháinig an t-eolas seo spa fáilteach: ní dhéanann foghlaim a dhiúltódh cabhair a thógáil ónár gcuid cairde laga orm féin, séard a thógtar idir saothair chaidreamh.

This welcome knowledge came: learning not to refuse the help offered by our friends only strengthens us.

Bhí grúpa beag compánach le chéile sa teach solais.

A small group of friends gathered in the lighthouse.

Bhí bealach nua aimsithe ag Aoife, le Saoirse ar a taobh, agus bogha den ghrian ós cionn na loga amháin.

Aoife had discovered a new path, with Saoirse by her side, and a bow of sunlight above the clearing.

D’fhág an stoirm.

The storm had passed.

Bríd abú; bhí earrach ar tí tosaithe.

Bríd abú; spring was about to begin.