Chosen One's Sidekick

Special Chapter 01

It was raining that night. A cry echoed through the hallway of a small hospital room. Destine was born first, followed shortly by Jaune.

The moment the doctor laid eyes on Destine, admiration filled his voice.

“Your daughter is beautiful, ma’am,” he said happily.

The baby had golden hair and soft, dreamy eyes. She let out a short cry, but quickly settled down.

The couple exchanged a look, both visibly delighted by her appearance.

Jaune was born a few minutes later. Her cries rang loud and sharp throughout the room. Her face was red, and she wouldn’t stop crying. Unlike with Destine, the doctor made no comment about her appearance. Compared to her sister, Jaune looked rather ordinary. She was louder, smaller, and far more fidgety.

But the moment her father held her, Jaune suddenly stopped crying.

That made the man chuckle.

“Oh boy,” he said, amused. “With a scream like that, she sounds like trouble. I have a feeling we’re in for a wild ride.”

Even the doctor laughed at his words.

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The couple raised their twin daughters well. They never chose favorites. They loved both children equally. Whatever Destine had, Jaune had too—and vice versa.

But as the girls grew older, anyone could tell that Destine was the calmer one. She knew exactly which shoes to wear. She knew how to sit without wrinkling her dress.

People adored her.

“What a well-mannered child.”

“So composed.”

“Even at a young age, she already knows how to be a good girl.”

Many envied the couple—children like Destine were rare. Some thought she was perfect, as if she didn’t even need to be taught. It was as though she already knew everything from the moment she was born.

Destine was aware of these compliments. They made her happy—so she worked hard to remain perfect in everyone’s eyes.

Jaune, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. A child who felt like sunlight followed her wherever she went—bright, cheerful, but full of mischief. Her hands were often dirty, she loved to play pranks, and she moved with such energy that she often ended up hurting herself. She was scolded as often as she was hugged.

For reasons no one could explain, she was always forgiven.