Naoscadh an lae bhí an Ghaoth aniar ag séideadh go láidir, ag cur ceo éadrom ar fud na hailleacha.

At the break of day, the west wind was blowing strongly, casting a light mist across the cliffs.

Bhí Cillian, mar is gnáth, ag tabhairt aghaidh ar Chlíof Mhoir.

Cillian, as usual, was facing Clíof Mhoir.

Thaitin an radharc léi ó mhaidin go hoíche.

She enjoyed the view from morning till night.

Bhí Rory agus Maeve in éineacht leis.

Rory and Maeve were with him.

Bhí Rory gearrtha amach don spraoi, agus í ag iarraidh rún na haille a nochtadh.

Rory was ready for fun, eager to uncover the cliff's secret.

Bhí Maeve mar rian chiallmhar ar an scéal, i gcónaí ag iarraidh Cillian a thabhairt ar ais go dtí an talamh.

Maeve was the rational one in the story, always trying to bring Cillian back down to earth.

"Feic seo," a dúirt Cillian, ag taispeáint dochar ar an gcarraig.

"Look at this," said Cillian, showing some damage on the rock.

Bhí téacs aislingeach engraváil ann, a raibh cuma seanfhaiseanta air.

There was an engraving with an ancient look about it.

"Is féidir gur scéal laoch ón sean-am é."

"This could be a hero's story from ancient times."

D'fhéach Maeve air agus bhain sí gáire beag as.

Maeve looked at it and let out a small laugh.

"Cillian, tá a fhios agat cé chomh neamhchóiméadta is féidir an talamh a bheith anseo," a dúirt sí.

"Cillian, you know how unstable the ground can be here," she said.

"B'fhéidir nach rud ársa atá ann ar chor ar bith."

"Maybe it's not ancient at all."

Rinne Rory ionsaí, agus d'iarr sé go spreagadh Cillian a thuilleadh.

Rory jumped in, encouraging Cillian further.

"Cad é an grá, an fhírinne atá aige? Cinnte, tá níos mó rún nochta i bhfolach sa spraoi!"

"What is the love, the truth behind it? Surely there's more secret hidden in the fun!"

Thiontaíomar ar aghaidh níos faide ar an gcosán agus d'fhág Maeve i gcúl an chinn, agus amharc amuigh chun an spéirlíne.

We moved further along the path, leaving Maeve behind, gazing out toward the horizon.

Chomhairigh Cillian suíomh i bhfad síos an taobh den chloich.

Cillian pointed out a spot farther down the side of the rock.

Chonaic sé rud éigin a bhí níos mó os a choinne sin engraváil.

He saw something larger opposite that engraving.

Bhí na focla níos soiléire, ach ansin, chuala siad stad de thonnnach.

The words were clearer, but then, they heard a lull in the wave.

Cuireadh tús leis an aimsir aniar, réabadh gálaí an chladaí, agus bhíodar faoi lán toirime.

The weather came from behind, the coastal gales tore through, and they were in full roar.

Bhí Cillian ar an eascairt.

Cillian was starting to slip.

"Cillian!" dúirt Maeve leis an imní.

"Cillian!" said Maeve with concern.

"Ní féidir liom tú a tharraingt suas má tá an áit sin briste!"

"I can't pull you up if that place is broken!"

Admhaigh Cillian, agus creid sé go bréagach gur imeacht pearsanta a bhí ann d'fhocla na carraige.

Cillian conceded, and mistakenly believed the rock's words were a personal event.

Tar éis chluiche casta le foighne, cabhraigh Maeve agus Rory leis é a fháil ar ais go sábháilte.

After a complicated tussle with patience, Maeve and Rory helped get him back safely.

Bhí siad uilig sáite fliuch agus uafásach, ach bhí Cillian slán.

They were all soaking wet and horrified, but Cillian was safe.

"Ní miste i gcónaí an rób lán dúile a thógáil," a dúirt Maeve ag féinmheas air.

"It doesn't always hurt to tame the wild wind," said Maeve with self-reflection.

Ghlac Cillian cleachtadh nua ar a intinn.

Cillian embraced a new mindset.

Fiú más rud pearsanta é a bhí sa engraváil sin, tháinig sé le tuiscint gur fiú saol na ndaoine thart timpeall air go dtí go mbaineann sé le taiscumar a shiorrú.

Even if that engraving was personal, he came to understand that the lives of those around him are valuable until it's time to exhaust a reservoir.

Sin é an rún sa saol; é an spraoi a chur i gcrích le cúram agus tacaíocht ó chairde, is cuma cé chomh ard is a thaghann an ghaoth.

That is the secret of life; to enjoy the adventure with care and support from friends, no matter how strong the wind blows.