Ag barr na n-aillte i Santorini, luigh na fothracha ársa faoi sholas bog na gréine geimhridh.

At the top of the cliffs in Santorini, the ancient ruins lay under the soft light of the winter sun.

D'fhág an fharraige dhomhain ghorm cúlra iontach ar an suíomh.

The deep blue sea provided a stunning backdrop to the site.

Bhí Niamh, déagóir fiosrach le grá don stair, ag seasamh ann lena cairde, Liam agus Aoife.

Niamh, a curious teenager with a love for history, was standing there with her friends, Liam and Aoife.

Bhí siad ar thuras scoile chun níos mó a fhoghlaim faoin gcultúr agus an stair sa Ghréig.

They were on a school trip to learn more about the culture and history of Greece.

"Féach anseo," a dúirt Niamh, ag iarraidh aird ar leith a tharraingt ar na sonraí a chonaic sí sna fothracha.

"Look here," said Niamh, trying to draw particular attention to the details she saw in the ruins.

Ach ní raibh Liam ná Aoife chomh díograiseach.

But neither Liam nor Aoife were as enthusiastic.

Bhí siad ag caint faoina gcuid pleananna don oíche.

They were talking about their plans for the evening.

Mhothaigh Niamh beagáinín ligthe síos.

Niamh felt a little let down.

Bhí sí socraithe, áfach, go mbeadh sí ag déanamh rud éigin speisialta faoin lá seo.

However, she was determined to do something special with this day.

Thosaigh siad ag siúl timpeall na fothracha, gach duine ag déanamh a gcuid féin.

They began to walk around the ruins, each doing their own thing.

Maidir le Niamh, bhí fonn uirthi dul chuig áiteanna nach raibh mórán eile ann.

For Niamh, she was eager to go to places where few others were.

"Cad má aimseoidh mé rud éigin nach bhfuil súil ag éinne leis?

"What if I find something unexpected?"

" a smaoinigh sí, ag cur ceannbhrat ar a himní féin.

she thought, putting a cap on her own worries.

D'éirigh an chosán níos caol de réir mar a chuaigh sí níos faide, agus bhí sí ag amharc timpeall.

The path became narrower as she went further, and she was looking around.

Is ansin a chonaic sí é.

That's when she saw it.

Rud lonrúil ag gobadh amach as an gcéirseach.

Something shiny protruding from the scree.

Chuir sí a lámh amach go cúramach agus thóg sí suas é.

She carefully reached out her hand and picked it up.

Bhí sé cosúil le coirn nó seodra ársa.

It looked like a horn or ancient jewelry.

Bhí luach aige, cinnte.

It definitely had value.

Nuair a d'fhill Niamh ar an ngrúpa, bhí a chruthúnas ina lámh aici.

When Niamh returned to the group, her evidence was in her hand.

Bhí Aoife agus Liam, a bhí ionadh orthu, ag féachaint go géar.

Aoife and Liam, surprised, were looking intently.

"Cad é sin atá agat, Niamh?

"What is that you have, Niamh?"

" d'fhiafraigh Aoife agus í ag féachaint siar ar Liam.

asked Aoife, glancing back at Liam.

D'inis Niamh a scéal os ard, aisteach agus bródúil.

Niamh told her story aloud, curious and proud.

Shuigh a mhúinteoir go stuama, ach bhí gliondar ina shúile.

Her teacher sat thoughtfully, but there was delight in his eyes.

"Tá sé seo fíorspéisiúil, a Niamh," a dúirt sé.

"This is really interesting, Niamh," he said.

"Tá fíor-bhallraíocht an ghrúpa á léiriú agat.

"You're showing true membership of the group.

Bhain tú amach rud éigin iontach.

You have achieved something wonderful."

"Mar thoradh air sin, tháinig muinín nua ar Niamh.

As a result, a new confidence came to Niamh.

Bhí ligean isteach ar a cairde aici a bhí an-luachmhar.

She had won over her friends in a very valuable way.

Bhí meas ag a comhscoláirí uirthi.

Her classmates respected her.

Mothaíodh sí nach bhfuil sí ar imeall an ghrúpa níos mó, ach gur cheart go mbeadh sí ann go hiomlán.

She felt she was no longer on the fringes of the group but that she should fully belong there.

Bhí sí níos sábháilte ar an turas stairiúil cathlánach seo in aghaidh am, anois agus amach anseo.

She felt safer on this historical journey through time, now and in the future.