A/N: To start things off, let me explain a few things. I've loved Crona as a character, and I felt so bad for what he went through as a child. He didn't deserve to be treated to like crap. Of course I blamed that snake bitch, Medusa! I hope she burns in hell! So to show my love for him, I decided to make an AU where he has a protective and kind-hearted mother. And in future chapters of the story will be seen through Crona's point of view. He'll still be in character though.

Now I know what you might be thinking "A character can only be gloomy and emo if they are abused as children." No, all the time. Some people can get nervous and shy with others around them if they're not used to being social. It's called 'social anxiety'. Crona wasn't used to being with people, so he isolated himself from the world. I think if he had a overprotective mother who shuns him from the outside world, he would still have the same expression.

Keep in mind that because this is a AU, things will whole be lot different. Like how Crona will join the DWMA, and so on. And this is also my first AU fanfic, so please cut me some slack. The purpose for making this to see how it would be like if Crona had a caring mother.

If this story gets enough love and feedback then I will continue on it. So anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.

Chapter One

Abandoned

A young woman who appeared to be in her early 20s was running through the cold darkish streets as Death City. She continued to scurry as fast as her legs could carry her to. Her long pink hair flew behind her as if the wind was picking up. It was very dangerous for a witch to be out in the open at night.

She was highly aware of the academy's student roaming around in search of a witch's soul. Their presence weren't far from here, and if they were to use their Soul Projection to scan for her soul, she would be nowhere near safe.

Her heart was pounding insanely fast with fear. Sweat began to pour from her forehead, while she continued to find a safe place to hide. Fortunately, she manage to find an dark alleyway between two buildings. She hid herself behind a trash can hoping that she no one would bother to find her. Even though, it wasn't personal that the students were hunting for a witch soul. They were just doing their jobs as warriors for the DWMA, also known as Death Weapon Meister Academy. A place where students train under the Grim Reaper, Lord Death. He sent children to do his bidding, which was to collect 99 kishin souls and a witch soul to create a new Death Scythe for him.

Still, she refuse to be the last witch soul of someone's '100th soul quest' or whatever it was. But she could care less, about some petty child's school project. Her goal was to get out of this filthy area, and return home to continue making a potion a that could shield her soul. Being a witch meant being haunted by humans who looked down on a witch. Why? She had no idea. She would never do anything to hurt anyone. She never understood why witches were seen as dangerous beings. Was it because of how they were portrayed in fairy tale books as the bad guys?

The memories of her childhood were too traumatizing, even if they were just memories, she was still able to picture them vividly in her mind as if it was only yesterday. Being tied up by hard iron chains, and brutally torture by whips. Tears began to fill up her sky blue eyes, she held her knees against chest and cried softly so no one could hear her. All she wanted was to live peacefully with humans and not be seen as a threat.

But that was unlikely to happen. The grand witch Mabaa had told her that as long as Lord Death continues to make Death Scythes, no witch is ever safe. She had to keep herself hidden at all times. Whenever she had to go outside to buy some escentials, she always wore a brown hooded cloak to hide her presence from humans. She normally would do it during the day where the students weren't hunting. Unfortunately, she was in such a rush this evening that she completely forgot to bring her cloak with her. At least her gorgeous looks were enough to deceive the civilians. But that doesn't mean it would stayed that way.

She just wish there was someone out there, that would at least give her one chance in life to see her true self. Someone. Anyone.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming towards her direction. Her body began to quivered as if she was cold from hypothermia. Was it a student that followed her tracks? No, not like this. She couldn't afford to die like this. As much she didn't wanted lose her soul, she had to risk it. She needed to check just to be on the safe side. Maybe just a small peak wouldn't hurt. If it is a student, she'll just have to try to make up some conviction story. Like 'you were mistaken me for someone else.' Yeah, that should work. She wasn't the only in witch in town after all.

She lean forward a few inches so she was to see. That figure wasn't what she was expected, but at the same time she was relieve that it wasn't a child. But instead it was...a witch. This witch had golden yellow hair that was partly braided around her neck. She wore a black hooded jumpsuit, and was barefooted. She seem to have snake tattoos on her her arms, and her nails were painted black to go with her jumpsuit.

"Medusa?" the pink-haired woman thought to herself.

She was one of the snake witch, Medusa Gorgon, younger sister of Arachne Gorgon the spider witch. She seem to be carrying a box of some sort. The young witch squinted her eyes to get a better view. There appeared to be a blanket over it. What could possibly be in there to be in need of a blanket? Medusa placed the box down on the ground, right by the trash can.

"I should have never wasted my experiments on you," she spoke to the box in such a cruel tone. "You weren't even worth my time. Why did I bother bringing you into this world?" The young woman was dumbfounded while at the same time shocked at what Medusa was saying. She heard rumors that she was a heartless woman who enjoy causing destruction for her own amusement. She was indeed evil.

"You are worthless to me," The snake witch said with a emotionless expression on her face. "I could end you right here, but I'm not gonna waste my magic on you. I'll just let the rats seal your fate."

With that, Medusa turned her back on the box. "Goodbye, Crona."

Those were her final words before she walked away. Crona? Who was she talking about?.

The young witch got up and walked to the box that Medusa left behind. Her eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. It wasn't a puppy, or some guinea pig like she thought. It was a baby! She removed the blankets from the face to get a better look at it. The young child, has purple hair and a bit of tan skin. She taped it's cheeks gently to wake it up. The baby open its big eyes that were dark purple. This infant was absolutely adorable, but since this was Medusa's child, that mean that this infant was also a witch.

A witch like just her. The baby's eyes met in contact with hers for a moment. She felt a warmth feeling in her heart, like she was having a bond with it. Could that be it? Is this how humans feel when they have children? It was such a sensational feeling.

The baby started to feel frightened by its surroundings and started to cry.

"Wuaaahhh!"

"Shh, there there." The young woman calmed the small child as she rocked it back and forth. "It's alright, everything's gonna alright."

This child was too pure for a world like this. How could Medusa disowned her own child like that? That woman was heartless no doubt. She's the reason why witches have a bad reputation to the humans. That snake witch will pay one day. But for now, her focus was on the child.

After rocking the baby while humming it a lullaby, it started to calm down once it heard her voice. It was soothing like a dream. The baby giggled with delight and reached out for the young woman's face. She began to cry tears of joys when they made physical contact. It was truly a strong feeling.

She knew from this day forward, she will protect this child from the dangers of the outside world. She couldn't stand this innocent being going through the same tragedy that she went through. She'll give it all the love and care it deserves. There's no way she was gonna allowed the precious bundle of joy to be misunderstood by petty humans.

She gave the small bundle a kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry Crona, I won't leave you to die. I'm Antheia the nature witch. And I'm gonna be your new mother."

Antheia hold the child close to her chest and exit the alleyway.

"I promise to protect you from this cruel world, no matter what."

Wow, did this took a lot out of me!

Yeah, I decided to have Crona's mother be an original character. I know that some people would've like Marie to be his mother, but I thought otherwise. I wanted it to be someone totally different. And since it's gonna start with someone new, this story will also focus on Anthea and her struggles as a witch. I plan to give a backstory as to why she fears humanity. Her name is also based off of a Greek Goddess, Antheia the Goddess of Flowers and Plants. I figured that would be the perfect name for sweet and loving character.

So please like and review if you enjoyed it.