Idir na cnoic ciúine de thuath na hÉireann, le linn séasúr dathanna órga an fhómhair, bhí triúr col ceathracha ag tabhairt aghaidh ar an dúshlán.

Between the quiet hills of the countryside of Éire, during the season of the golden colors of autumn, three cousins were facing a challenge.

Bhí Cillian, Aoife, agus Sorcha ag seasamh os comhair fothraim ársa a raibh a fhios acu go raibh rún mór ag fanacht iontu.

Cillian, Aoife, and Sorcha were standing before ancient ruins they knew held a great secret.

Rug Cillian greim daingean ar lámh a dheirfiúracha.

Cillian gripped his sisters' hands firmly.

"Caithfimid a dhréacht a chomhlíonadh," a dúirt sé go béasach.

"We must fulfill his draft," he said politely.

Ainm a seanaithreach, Pádraig, ag guairleáil ina intinn, bhí sé lán toilteanach.

His grandfather's name, Pádraig, swirling in his mind, he was fully willing.

Níor chreid sé i scéalta áibhéil na seanlaochra, ach a mhacasamhail, bhí sé de dhualgas air rud fónta a bhaint amach.

He did not believe in the exaggerated tales of the old heroes, but nonetheless, he felt it was his duty to achieve something worthwhile.

Aoife, le spéire na súile aici, d’fhéach ar na fothracha le mistéireach.

Aoife, with a gaze like the horizon, looked at the ruins with mystery.

"Creidim i dtaibhreamh ár seanathair," a dúirt sí go bog.

"I believe in our grandfather's dream," she said softly.

"Dúirt sé go bhfuil rud éigin speisialta le fáil anseo.

"He said there is something special to be found here."

"Thug Sorcha léargas tuisceanach air.

Sorcha gave an insightful look.

"A dhaoine, caithfimid obair le chéile.

"Everyone, we must work together.

Beidh ár gcomhcheilg níos láidre.

Our conspiracy will be stronger."

"Lean siad an t-aer lán le scéalta ársa, isteach sna fothracha ceilte faoi dhathanna na duilleoige cré-umha.

They followed the air full of ancient stories, into the ruins hidden under the colors of the bronze leaves.

Lean Cillian ciall na heolaíochta.

Cillian followed the sense of science.

Níor bhraitheadh sé tuairimí gan fáinní.

He did not sense opinions without rings.

Bhí sé ag iarraidh léarscáil a fhorbairt.

He was trying to develop a map.

Ach Aoife, le misneach agus iontaoibh as an aon seánra, fuair sí an cumhacht a thuaireamh.

But Aoife, with courage and confidence from the sole genre, found the power to foretell.

Chuala sí aintín ina samhradh, binneas cosúil le háilleacht na n-éan.

She heard an aunt in her summer, a sweetness similar to the beauty of the birds.

"Táimid beagnach ann," ar sise.

"We are almost there," she said.

"Ahem, féach sin!

"Ahem, look at that!"

"Agus ansin, i gcúl an tseomra scathach, thuit síos balla.

And then, at the back of the shadowy room, a wall fell down.

Bhí cloch ar nós dréachta oscailte ag fanacht lena lá.

There was a stone like an open draft waiting for its moment.

"Éist leis an bhfuaim seo," arsa Aoife leis an áthas ina guth.

"Listen to this sound," said Aoife with joy in her voice.

Bhí sí tar éis a rún a nochtadh go críochnaitheach.

She had finally revealed its secret.

"Seo í!

"This is it!"

"Tháinig Cillian níos gaire go mall, a shúilí glan óna n-amhras.

Cillian came closer slowly, his eyes clear of doubt.

"Cloisim é!

"I hear it!"

" a ghlaoigh sé.

he shouted.

"Fíor atá scéalta an tseanathair.

"The grandfather's stories are true."

"Bhris orthu go léir gáire, agus chuir siad coinnle i mbaraille beag adhmaid a bhí faoin ndorais.

They all burst into laughter and placed candles in a small wooden barrel under the doorway.

Dhonas siad na lasracha go héadrom agus d’fhéach siad anuas ar chuimhneacháin a ngeallúna.

They lit the flames gently and looked down on the moments of their promises.

Do Cillian, bhí sé ina cheacht iontach.

For Cillian, it was a wonderful lesson.

"Sea, tá féileann fiúntas," a admhaigh sé os ard.

"Yes, there is value in worthiness," he admitted out loud.

"Uaireanta is é an bealach a roghnaímid as ár gcroí an rogha cheart.

"Sometimes the path we choose from our hearts is the right choice."

"Agus le sin, ghlac Aoife, Cillian, agus Sorcha orlach sa chuimhne ina dteaghlaigh, agus shiúil siad chuig dréacht Pádraig.

And with that, Aoife, Cillian, and Sorcha embraced the memories in their family's history, and they walked towards Pádraig's draft.

Bhí rud éigin speisialta ann, rud nach raibh le teacht ar ais, sásta sa saol agus sa teallach.

There was something special there, something that couldn't be found again, content in life and hearth.