Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN WICKED

A 5 year old girl, Elphaba was gently woken up by her mother. She climbed out of bed and got dressed in a black dress. With green skin, there isn't much that will match! For breakfast her mother made biscuits. Elphaba walked to the pantry to grab some jelly.

"Mommy?" Elphaba, the 5 year old asked.

"Yes?"

"Why are all the big boys in the town leaving?"

"They have to help Munchkin Land."

The town was at war with the Vinkus. But Elphaba's mother didn't want to scare her daughter. Munchkin land was at a huge disadvantage. Their victory would be almost impossible. Luckily, the fighting had remained away from Munchkin land, so Elphaba was safe- for now. Nevertheless, Elphaba's mother couldn't spend a day without being terrified that Elphaba wouldn't survive the battle if it did take place in Munchkin Land.

Elphaba was pleased with the answer from her mother, and grabbed the jelly and began to eat.

Elphaba's mother sighed in relief. Elphaba had a rough childhood and didn't need to worry about anything else.

Her childhood had consisted of death and disease. She had been sick on and off for 3 years and came close to death multiple times.

But that wasn't the worst of it. Her father went to fight in the war and was killed. Her brother also died 6 months ago. After hearing of his father's death, the 16-year-old didn't know where to turn. He jumped off a bridge into a river, never to be seen again.

Without any men in the family, Elphaba was getting very poor. Her mother had turned to being a seamstress, and was busy sewing in her bedroom most of the day. Since Elphaba wasn't quite old enough to go to school, she daydreamed a lot.

Elphaba dreamed of a day where she would be a princess, and live in a palace today. Her bedroom was three times as big as her bedroom was now, and she had servants. She got whatever she wanted, and ate dessert for supper!

But Elphaba's daydreams weren't enough to keep her entertained the entire day. Elphaba also sang. Her voice was soft and beautiful, especially for a 5-year-old. When she sang sad songs, and you could see the sadness in her eyes, but when she sang happy songs, she looked like she had just won all the money in the world. Elphaba was good at happy and sad, but anger was the best. When she sang angry songs, the room felt cold and she was shooting daggers through her eyes. You could almost reach out and touch the anger.

Still, daydreaming and singing got boring after a while. Elphaba found schoolbooks and learned. This was her favorite thing to do. She would spend hours on end solving math problems, reading, or learning about history or science. She got to the point where she was as smart a 5th grader, who went to school. She could multiply, divide, add, and subtract. She knew history really well! That was mostly because she had an amazing memory, so she could memorize dates quickly.

Elphaba entertained herself until supper that day reading. For supper they had chicken stew, a nice meal for the poor family.

BANG! A gun sounded in the distance. The terrifying sounds grew louder, and Elphaba assumed that meant they were coming closer. She looked to her mother for comfort, but her mother looked more terrified than Elphaba herself!