Bhí sneachta trom ag clúdach na Sléibhte Chill Mhantáin.

Heavy snow was covering the Sléibhte Chill Mhantáin Mountains.

Bhí an tír ina thost, i riocht álainn geal.

The land was silent, in a beautiful bright state.

Bhí scéalta ag na sléibhte sin.

Those mountains held stories.

Scéalta ársa nár insíodh riamh lena n-iomlán.

Ancient tales never fully told.

San am seo, bhí ábhar nua scéalaíochta ag Eoghan, fear óg lán le fiosracht agus dásacht.

At this time, Eoghan, a young man full of curiosity and enthusiasm, had new storytelling material.

Lá amháin sa Gheimhreadh, chuaigh Eoghan ag siúl sna sléibhte.

One winter's day, Eoghan went hiking in the mountains.

Ghlaoigh sé ar a shean-scéalta uaidh a sheanathair agus seanmháthair.

He called on the old stories from his grandfather and grandmother.

Bhí a gcroí ag brú go láidir le tamall anois, ag iarraidh ceangal a dhéanamh leis an am atá thart.

Their hearts had been pressing strongly for a while now, wanting to connect with the past.

Agus é ag siúl ar bhóithre faoi bhrat sneachta, bhuail a shúil le gliondar nua – seanlámh léarscáil ceangailte suas le siombailí míréire.

As he walked on roads under a blanket of snow, his eye caught a new delight – an old hand-drawn map tied up with mysterious symbols.

Thosaigh a intinn ag ruathar le ceisteanna.

His mind began racing with questions.

B'fhéidir gur teanga rúndiamhair a bhí ann.

Maybe it was a cryptic language.

D'fhéadfadh sé a dtúisce a bheith ceangailte lena mhuintir féin.

It could be connected to his own family ancestry.

Ach conas é a réiteach?

But how to solve it?

Chinn sé risca a ghlacadh.

He decided to take a risk.

Stop sé ag Caitlin agus Niamh – a bheirt cara dil.

He stopped by Caitlin and Niamh – his two dear friends.

Bhí radaíocht áirithe ann i bhfocail an Eoghain.

There was a certain radiance in Eoghan's words.

"Ba mhór an eachtra é seo," a dúirt Caitlin, cé go raibh sí amhrasach.

"This is quite an adventure," said Caitlin, though she was skeptical.

"Cén fáth nach dtabharfaimid cuairt air?

"Why don't we visit it?"

" a d’fhiafraigh Niamh ar deireadh, ag dul i ngleic le dúshlán an dochasa.

Niamh finally asked, tackling the challenge of disbelief.

Sa deireadh, ghlac siad an turas ar aghaidh.

In the end, they embarked on the journey.

Cé go raibh an aimsir ag éirí níos fuaire agus gaoithe, lean siad ar aghaidh le huaillmhéan.

Even though the weather was getting colder and windier, they continued with ambition.

Shroich siad áit rúnda – an bungalo a bhí ceilte idir crainn ársa.

They reached a secret place – the bungalow hidden among ancient trees.

Bhí sé cosúil le scéal as leabhar.

It was like a story from a book.

Bhí siad ag breathnú ar dhúshraith eachtrach a chuirfeadh imní ar aon duine neamhesor staire.

They were looking at an extraordinary foundation that would worry anyone unfamiliar with history.

Nuair a d'oscail Niamh doras iarainn, d'fhuaim an seomra i bhfolach os a gcomhair.

When Niamh opened the iron door, a hidden room unveiled itself before them.

Bhí taisclann deifnideach de dhugthaí ársa istigh ann – earraí agus dialann scéalta go léiríodh iad i lámh thánaisteach.

Inside was a definitive storehouse of ancient scrolls – artifacts and a diary of stories presented in a delicate hand.

D'fheictí Eoghan mar chodladh éadóchas, ach os cionn mhaith an scéil, bhí a fhios aige anois.

Eoghan might have seemed a desperate sleeper, but above all, he now knew.

Bhí baint ag a shinsear le cosaint a dtailte féin in aghaidh ionróirí.

His ancestors were involved in protecting their lands from invaders.

Bhí sé mar chaomhnóirí na scéalta agus na léirscríbhneoireacht.

They were the guardians of stories and inscriptions.

D'imigh an turas in oidhreacht nua.

The journey transformed into a new legacy.

Bhí ceangal láidir atáirgthe idir Eoghan agus a dhúchas.

A strong bond between Eoghan and his heritage was restored.

Ón lá sin, gheall sé scéalta a chosaint agus a roinnt.

From that day, he vowed to protect and share these stories.

Ní raibh an eachtra seo díomhaoine.

This adventure was not in vain.

Bhí an sneachta fágtha, ach tháinig athrú saoil air, amach romhainn, ngheoill an teas don aimsir fhuar, scéala nua ag Eoghan agus a chairde.

The snow was gone, but a life change had come, ahead of them, warming the cold weather, with a new tale for Eoghan and his friends.