Síos sa ghleann i lár na gCruacha Riabhaí, bhí Niamh ag siúl seoil ar an gcosán díreach os comhair an tsléibhe.

Down in the valley in the heart of the Cruacha Riabhaí, Niamh was walking steadily on the path directly in front of the mountain.

Bhí na duilleoga ag titeamh timpeall uirthi, dathanna dearga agus óraideach ag cruthú brat thar an talamh.

The leaves were falling around her, red and orange colors creating a blanket over the ground.

Bhí an fhómhar ag imeacht go tapa, agus bhraith sí an brú chun an cosán dúshlánach seo a chur de láimh.

Autumn was passing quickly, and she felt the pressure to tackle this challenging path.

Bhí am a phleanáilte ag Niamh leis féin.

Niamh had planned some time for herself.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh a chruthú go bhféadfadh sí a bheith neamhspleách.

She wanted to prove that she could be independent.

Bhí a cuid cairde, Fintan agus Cillian, ag súil léi sa bhaile.

Her friends, Fintan and Cillian, were waiting for her at home.

Ní raibh sí i bhfad ar aghaidh nuair a chuala sí rud éigin.

She hadn't gone far when she heard something.

Creathán na talún faoi a bróga siúil.

The ground trembled under her hiking boots.

Gan rabhadh, thosaigh carraigeacha ag sleamhnú síos an sliabh, ag gearradh amach an cosán.

Without warning, rocks started sliding down the mountain, cutting off the path.

Bhí sí gafa.

She was trapped.

Bhí néal aigne ag teacht uirthi, ach chuir Niamh an eagla i leataobh.

A haze threatened to overcome her mind, but Niamh pushed the fear aside.

Bhí sé tábhachtach smacht a choinneáil.

It was important to stay in control.

D'fheach sí thart uirthi.

She looked around.

Thug sí faoi deara cúpla craobh láidir a bhí ag gobadh amach ó imill na carraigeacha.

She noticed a few strong branches jutting out from the edges of the rocks.

Bhí plean aici.

She had a plan.

Tarraing sí an téad éigeandála as a mála droma.

She pulled the emergency rope from her backpack.

Thosaigh sí á cheangal le chéile, an téad ag éirí níos faide agus níos faide.

She began tying them together, the rope getting longer and longer.

Smaoinigh sí ar a cuid scileanna.

She thought of her skills.

D'fhoglaim sí gur féidir linn ár gcuid teorainneacha féin a bhuaigh.

She had learned that we can overcome our own limits.

Le hionadh faoina misneach féin, thosaigh sí ag dreapadh.

Amazed by her own courage, she started climbing.

Bhí an ghrian ag luí, an solas ag éirí gann.

The sun was setting, the light becoming scarce.

Ach bhí sí diongbháilte.

But she was determined.

Rinne sí a bealach go barr na carraigeacha, a lámha cráite ach a croí lán.

She made her way to the top of the rocks, her hands aching but her heart full.

Nuair a bhain sí an barr amach, bhí na chéad réaltaí le feiceáil.

When she reached the top, the first stars were appearing.

Thángthas ar Fintan agus Cillian ag faire uirthi ón imeall.

Fintan and Cillian were spotted watching her from the edge.

Rith siad chuici, faoiseamh le feiceáil ina súile.

They ran to her, relief visible in their eyes.

Bhí Niamh sábháilte.

Niamh was safe.

Chabhraigh a n-ionchur le Niamh rud amháin a thuiscint.

Their input helped Niamh realize one thing.

Tá neart i neamhspleáchas, ach freisin i bhfulaingt.

There is strength in independence, but also in endurance.

Níl sé náire cabhair a lorg.

There's no shame in seeking help.

Bhí an cosán críochnaithe, ach bhí tús nua ann freisin, le suaimhneas intinne agus muinín ann.

The path was complete, but there was a new beginning too, with peace of mind and confidence there.

Agus ann fánaíodh sí, lán le bród agus eagna nua, agus thriomaigh an ghaoth fhuar na fadhbanna ón lá.

And there she lingered, full of pride and new wisdom, as the cold wind dried the troubles of the day.

Bhí Niamh réidh le dul ar aghaidh le muinín úr ar seachrán an tsaoil.

Niamh was ready to move forward with fresh confidence on life's journey.