Thosaigh an scéal san fhómhar dorcha, laistigh de na fothracha d'árasán scoile tréigthe.

The story began in the dark autumn, within the ruins of an abandoned school apartment.

Bhí an dorchadas ag titim i measc na gcrann caillteanais agus duilleoga lonracha ag titim thíos.

The darkness was falling among the trees of loss, and shiny leaves were falling down.

Shuidh Cillian, Aoife, agus Ronan i dtost.

Cillian, Aoife, and Ronan sat in silence.

Bhí an t-aer fuar, ceomhar.

The air was cold and misty.

Bhí Cillian ag smaoineamh faoin gineadóir a raibh sé ag súil go bhféadfadh sé teas a thabhairt ar ais don phobal.

Cillian was thinking about the generator he hoped could return heat to the community.

Bhí cuntas faoi sin caillte i measc an phobail.

This issue had been lost among the people.

Bhí Aoife ina suí lena thaobh.

Aoife sat beside him.

Bhreathnaigh sí amach ar na fothracha, a fhios aici go maith cé chomh contúirteach is a bhí an áit seo.

She looked out at the ruins, well aware of how dangerous this place was.

"D'imigh muid go dtí an seanteach seo i gcomhair gá," a dúirt Ronan, a bhí i gcónaí ina cheannaire, fíú má bhí amhras ar a chroí.

"We came to this old house out of necessity," said Ronan, who was always a leader, even if doubt rested in his heart.

"Tá a fhios agam an dainséar," dúirt Cillian go doimhín.

"I know the danger," said Cillian deeply.

"Ach ní mór dúinn an gineadóir sin a aimsiú.

"But we must find that generator."

"D'eist Aoife go ciúin.

Aoife listened quietly.

Bhí a fhios aici seiftiúlachtaí na gcomhghuaillithe eile a bhí ina gcónaí sna fothracha.

She knew the resourcefulness of the other allies living in the ruins.

Bhí eolas aici nach raibh ag Cillian agus ag Ronan.

She had information that Cillian and Ronan did not.

Ach an féidir léi a cuid eolais a roinnt?

But could she share her knowledge?

Ba mhaith léi cabhrú, ach bhí amhras uirthi ar an dá thaobh.

She wanted to help, but she was uncertain about both sides.

"Tá eolas agam ar chosáin atá sábháilte," arsa Aoife, ag briseadh an tost.

"I know of safe paths," said Aoife, breaking the silence.

D'fhéach Cillian ina súile.

Cillian looked into her eyes.

An bhféadfadh sé muinín a bheith aige as a cuid eolais?

Could he trust her knowledge?

Níorbh fhada go raibh orainn gníomhú.

It wouldn’t be long before they needed to act.

Thosaigh siad ag bogadh isteach go cúramach san fhoirgneamh.

They began to move carefully into the building.

Scáthaigh na crainn an solas breac a shín síos.

The trees shaded the sparse light that stretched down.

Léim crúb ag stánacht amach astu.

A claw leaped out as a stark shape from the thickets.

Bhí daoine óga sa cheantar ag faire orthu, daoine a raibh súil acu a lámha a chur ar an gineadóir chomh maith.

Young people in the area were watching them, hoping to get their hands on the generator as well.

Go tobann, hionsaigh an drong eile iad.

Suddenly, another gang attacked them.

Chuir sé go créibhteach ar Cillian a chinneadh a dhéanamh.

It forced Cillian to make a swift decision.

Ar dheis nó ar chlé?

Right or left?

Caithfeadh sé cinneadh a dhéanamh faoi cé leis a rachfaí.

He had to decide whom to follow.

"Anseo!

"Here!"

" a d'ordaigh sé.

he ordered.

Cuireadh iontas ar na hionsaitheoirí mar phreab Cillian agus Aoife isteach laistigh d'seomra feithimh.

The attackers were taken by surprise as Cillian and Aoife leaped into a waiting room.

Chuala siad gach buille crua a thosaigh ag teacht díreach taobh thiar díobh.

They heard every hard blow starting to come right behind them.

Ag deireadh, bhí Cillian lán thanktur do Aoife.

In the end, Cillian was full of gratitude for Aoife.

Fuair sí bealach a d'fheabhsaigh sábháilteacht na gceithre sa chéad áit.

She found a way to enhance the safety of the four in the first place.

Bhí feidhm eile ag a cuid eolais do gach taobh.

Her information had a use for all sides.

Bua fhoghlaim Cillian cheana féin: tábhacht na gcomhghuaillithe agus muinín.

Cillian had already learned a victory: the importance of allies and trust.

Le gineadóir á sciobadh, fhág an dream beag áit trempeallaithe daoine eile, agus saol nua agus teo ag fanacht orthu sa phobal.

With the generator snatched, the small group left the place surrounded by others, with a new and warmer life awaiting them in the community.

Mar a fuair an gin, bhí Samhain thart orthu, ag dearbhascáil deireadh seanaoise agus tús an ama nua leis an dúil teacht.

As they found the generator, Samhain surrounded them, marking the end of an old era and the beginning of a new one with the desire to move forward.