AN: I looked and saw that the character list for Wicked included Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six, but when I clicked on it, there were no stories for it. My imagination took it from there, hope you enjoy. P.S I don't own Wicked.

Prologue

A girl watched the strange green woman walk up the staircase to her room in the tower at Kiamo Ko . Auntie Witch, known as Elphaba by Nanny, hadn't even noticed her when she walked right past her. Of course no one noticing her was normal for her. The only time someone noticed her was when she was with her sisters and even then they didn't notice her they noticed the group. She was only one sixth of a person. She had five sisters Sarima and sisters two through five. She was Six. Not a person, not an individual, a number among other numbers. She barley remembered her parents, but she knew they had never been particularly interested in any of their children after their first little "princess." They had named Sarima and pampered her. When their second daughter had been born they named her Maricata, however her parents had been too absorbed with Sarima to actually care about Maricata. Never being able to actually remember her name they had simply referred to her as Two. They hadn't even made an effort with their next child, they named her Carletta formally, but never called her anything but Three. Four wasn't sure what her name was and Six wasn't sure if Five had one or not. She just knew that by the time she was born her parents put nothing but Six upon her birth certificate. She knew, she had read it. Surprise, surprise, she had read it. Only Sarima, Two, and Three had ever been taught to read at all by Sarima's deceased husband Fiyero. At the time he was alive, Six had only been, well, six. However she had taught herself to read by listening to the lessons. She had been much more interested than any of her sisters and had learned enough to get herself started. She had started swiping one book at a time from the bookshelves that everyone thought went unused. She had read every one of them, well except one. She had opened it once only to see a bunch of characters she had never seen before. When the words had seemed to swirl upon the page she had slammed it shut in fear. But other than that every book had been read cover to cover including the three different dictionaries.

She sighed listening to the male footsteps coming from below. They were soldiers from the Emerald City, a town she had never seen and never expected to see. All of her sisters were trying to get their attention, but Six was trying to keep to the background. Her sisters were all aging and quite badly at that but they all seem to forget that she wasn't. She liked it that way. If any of her sisters thought she could possibly be attractive she would be forced into a marriage and, though she didn't practically like her life, she preferred the little freedoms she had. So she hid any potential she had as best she could. She walked over to the old dusty mirror and wiped off the reflective part. She was twenty-two, her long curly brown hair was dirty and hadn't seen a brush in a long time, but it could be shinny and beautiful if she washed it. If she pulled the hair back she could see her face. She had pale blue eyes that seemed almost iridescent and high cheekbones that were the perfect rosy color without pinching them as her sisters did. She stood up strait and pulled the dress, which hung on her loosely, back wrapping it around her fist in order to see her figure. It was a normal twenty-two year old's figure and was quite attractive towards men, judging by the rather interesting pictures she and found stuffed in the back of a book.

She heard someone walking down the hall and quickly let the dress fall, hunching her shoulders, and pulling her hair into her face. Sarima was walking down the hallway. "Hello, sister," Six spoke.

Sarima started not noticing her until she spoke then smiled. "Hello Six, what are you doing up here?"

"Just taking a walk."

"Ah," she looked at the door leading to the flight of stairs Auntie Witch had just taken. "I wonder why Auntie Witch so despises the soldiers." Sarima wasn't truly talking to her but more using her as a wall that she won't look crazy talking to. Six meant nothing to Sarima.

"I don't know," Six replied even though she did. Auntie Witch may be somewhat nasty at times and tended to not be very sociable, but she was intelligent. Now Six didn't know much about the outside world, except for what she had learned it the books, but she wasn't dense. The men meant them harm in some way or another, but her sisters didn't see it that way. They were too ignorant and lonely to actually use the brains they supposedly had to realize that the men were likely going to slit all of their throats by the end of it.

"Hm," Sarima moved on without even a goodbye.

"If you don't start using your brain it will rot," Six sang quietly at her sister back before turning back to glance in the mirror. She turned away from her reflection and went down the steps back to sisters two through five. Little did she know that at that moment events were being set in motion that would change her life forever. For at that moment a witch was flying out the window.