Bhí oíche Shamhna anseo ar deireadh, agus bhí Scoil Phoiblí na hÉireann ar bís.

Halloween night had finally arrived, and the Scoil Phoiblí na hÉireann was buzzing with excitement.

Bhí na halláin maisithe le fadbhallaí de dhéantúsán Phonc-pheataí agus croíláír móra longain ar fud na háite.

The halls were decorated with fanciful pennants made by Ponc-pheataí and large heart-shaped lanterns scattered everywhere.

Bhí solas bog ó cheapánaí bréige ag spréadh ar fud an tseomra, agus bhí páistí gléasta i mbríomhar céimeanna éagsúla gach áit.

A soft light from fake candles spread throughout the room, and children were dressed in vibrant costumes of various degrees everywhere.

I measc na gardaí ceathra punann Piolóta Naomh Pádraig agus banphrionsaí síscéal, shléacht skoláire chiúine darbh ainm Aoife í féin.

Among the gardaí ceathra punann Piolóta Naomh Pádraig and fairy tale princesses, a quiet student named Aoife nestled herself.

Bhí sí marbh ó eagla ag seasamh i gcúinne, ag breathnú ar a cairde níos fuadarach.

She was petrified with fear, standing in a corner, watching her more energetic friends.

Bhí Declan, a raibh fátháil ollmhór aige i i measc a chomhlárach, ag damhsa go scinnfheidhmiúil, agus bhí Siobhán ag cuidiú leis an scuaine ag an imthuraoisc.

Declan, who was very popular among his peers, was dancing exuberantly, and Siobhán was helping out with the queue at the snack table.

D’fhan Aoife sa scáth, ach bhí rúndiamhra domhain ina hintinn.

Aoife stayed in the shadows, but she had deep mysteries on her mind.

Bhí an t-am ag teacht chun tuiscint a glór ciúin a mhéadú.

The time had come to amplify the understanding of her quiet voice.

Blianta fada, bhí nótaí mímheasartha faoin gcamán ina tearmannsín, agus ní raibh ach Aoife ar an eolas faoi.

For many years, cryptic notes had been appearing in her locker, and only Aoife was aware of them.

Ach sa lá atá inniu ann, beidh sí ag réiteach an rúndiamhar.

But today, she was going to solve the mystery.

Chinn Aoife labhairt lena cara, Declan.

Aoife decided to talk to her friend, Declan.

"Declan," ar sí, "Tá rud éigin ann.

"Declan," she said, "There's something.

Nótaí mímheasartha.

Strange notes.

Nílim cinnte cé atá taobh thiar de.

I'm not sure who's behind them."

"Bhí Declan ag éisteacht go géar.

Declan listened intently.

"Déanaimis dul ar turas rúndiamhair," ar sé, súil eicraileach ina dhualsúilí.

"Let's go on a mystery tour," he said, a gleam in his mischievous eyes.

Mar a bhí Siobhán ag cur scaoll spás ag croílár an chuncais, thosaigh Aoife agus Declan ag leanúint an leathnas breac.

As Siobhán was causing a commotion at the heart of the party, Aoife and Declan began following the mysterious notes.

Léasrá stampa de íomhá Eíreach, ráite faoi scáthré crann sean-choille.

A stamp marked with an image of Éireann, mentioned in the shadow of an old forest tree.

Bhí Declan úrspéis ag tóireacht an cheist seo.

Declan was very intrigued by this quest.

Agus an t-am ag imeacht, thiomáin an cuardaigh go dtí prásála ar an halla, áit a raibh cluiche hidide-seakti ann faoin solais lag.

As time passed, the search led them to the back of the hall, where a game of hide-and-seek was happening under the dim lights.

Ar deireadh, chuala Aoife passos síne ag teacht thar an naipciúin.

Finally, Aoife heard footsteps coming past the napkins.

"Bainis amhras," ghlaoigh sí amach, a croí ag dul a bhriseadh.

"Reveal yourself," she called out, her heart about to burst.

"Nach tú ag fáil amach seo?

"Are you the one behind this?"

"D’ambháiste í an bribha.

It was a revelation.

Sé Marcus, mochár coimhthíoch, a chéiligh.

It was Marcus, an enigmatic classmate, who confessed.

"Tá grá agam ar do bhreitheamh is scéalaíocht.

"I love your creativity and storytelling.

Is mian liom bheith mar do mhaolgháire," d’admhaigh sé, áthas sna súile.

I want to be your muse," he admitted, joy in his eyes.

Thug slap aoibhinn an lámha dóibh féin.

They exchanged a delightful handshake.

Thosaigh Aoife ag féinmuinín, ag tuiscint go bhféadfadh sí a bheith idir circínaí agus grámhar ag an am céanna.

Aoife began to gain confidence, realizing she could be both curious and caring at the same time.

Bhí sí lárnach, ann, an oíche sin léanásaí.

She was at the center, there, that magical night.

Agus mar a chuaigh an choinneáil síochána agus na blubh ceansain ag dul, d’inis an saol Aoife go mb’fhéidir nach raibh sí ag dul amú ar an gcumas a bhí inti an scéal a chruthú.

And as the peaceful gathering and the soft whispers continued, life told Aoife that perhaps she wasn't mistaken about her ability to create a story.

Céim ar aghaidh sa saol nua.

A step into a new life.