You are odd for a child, for starters you remember being in your mother's womb, but nothing before that, but that was more a feeling than anything. Then when you were born, you remember all that too. In particular when every woman of age around you became pregnant without help from the clerics calling forth a soul, and it was called a miracle. You grew a full head of pink hair in days. You had pointed ears, so there must have been an elf your family tree... Your eyes were also pink, but shimmered, and looking into them was like looking into a infinitely long tunnel some said. You skin never had any blemishes and never scarred, and you helped a hot coal from your parents' fireplace without being burned. You went around barefoot, rocks, broken glass, nothing could pierce your skin. You were also learning astoundingly fast, speaking in complete sentences, by your first year. But your thoughts and feels were still those of a toddler and smaller child.
When you held a dead mouse in your hands, and it became alive again, and then a months later your parents noticed it was learning words and asking questions. For a while, everyone thought you had to be a sorceress... or that's what your parents quickly insisted.
But on your forth birthday, a very old dragonoid travel saw you, and fell to his knees at the sight of you. "One of the gods has returned to us!"
"No! No! She's a sorceress!" Your mother said quickly in a panic.
But the words had been spoken, you had no idea what a 'gods' was, but it seemed important, and scary.
Less than a day later, a tall man with big spiky hair and a sword as tall as he was came... He asked to see you. Your parents refused. He cut them in half. The old dragonoid meanwhile had smuggled you out of the town, as the man with the giant sword destroyed everything searching for you.
You didn't stop crying all the way on your journey.
He took you to an old building that seemed to shift into existence when you set foot there. White with tall glass windows. Inside were angels, not people with bird wings, but taking on MANY different shapes and forms, one was a ball of light surrounded by a ring with eyes. Another was a mass of flames that never actually burned anything he didn't want them to. There were ones that looked kinda humanoid, but their skin was ivory pale and their wings were crystalline or made of light rather than feathers, and their eyes solid blue with a scared symbol within, and golden hair. While some looked like guys and gals, you saw they were as genderless as dolls.
The most humanoid looking, wearing a unexceptional plain white dress with ghostly wing floating behind her, and looking like a girl about your age flew down and knelt before you. "Hello new goddess! I'm Morinel! From now on, I'll be your first angel! I've waited centuries for a goddess to serve! The god I was to serve was killed by Great Hero the same day I-"
"Who is Great Hero?" You asked. Overwhelmed by everything.
The elderly dragonoid explained. "Everyone thought they'd be 'better off' without the gods when Great Hero, (yes that's his name, we don't know what his old name was) murdered them all, with the same sword the gods themselves gave him to save the world from the demon dragon (which he did). Everyone assumed the gods never did anything but take up prayers and maybe smite people who insulted them. Turns out without the goddess of life there were no new souls, leaving the sapient species all barren. Without the goddess of time and seasons, it's been 'spring turning to summer' forever since. Without the goddess of innovation and progress, we've been stuck what some worlds call 'late midivil Europe' levels of development. You get the idea. Which bring us to your sweetie, as the new goddess, you'll be the source of all souls for all the world! But the sword also made Great Hero immortal, and he still sees it as his self appointed mission to kill all gods, and any NEW gods that are born... He's fine with our current system of clerics reduced to having snatch up lost souls, like you were, instead of them being helped onto the afterlife. Your the first god born since then to last until the age of four, most are killed within a few months after being born when Great Hero finds them. Your parents hid you very well."