Still falling!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

A very reasonable thought at this moment. Flipping head over heels, the wind fought back as Mark hurtled helplessly towards the ground. A cacophony of noise as hair and clothes fitted and slapped around him.
There, something. Right there! between the blur of blue sky and green ground. Something, brown. A. A? A town!

"HEYYYYY! HEEELLLPPP! MISS GODDESS! PLEASE!"

His frantic voice was very assuridly drowned out by the force in which he fell. But still, he had faith he was heard. Hopefully. Please, miss lady! I'm sorry for my bold approach earlier! It would be cruel to smash me at the beginning of my journey! You'd probably be held in contempt or something in god court for doing so!
He suddenly seemed to fall faster!
Or maybe not! I'm sorry!
The spinning was sickening. It stretched his insides. In a rainbow of colors, a ribbon dancer in flight, he vomited; leaving bands of puke round about, as he spun.
His faith waned significantly
The act of puking in a situation as dire as this caused him to lose most, if not all, the motivation he had. As he submitted to the situation at hand.
Take me.
The thatched roof in front of him grew rapidly. At about the same speed, an inner peace appeared. Face speckled in drying and smeared puke, he closed his eyes. They'd rested upon the roof; he was sure to hit. As he continued to flip through the air, the wind wasn't so bad.

...

Everything had gone fuzzy. Envloped by a feeling of being comfortably held. Swaddled almost. An odd, exhausted awe filled his ears, a sniffling of sorts that broke out into a cry.

...

A baby sat in her arms. Her baby. Its cries quickly diffused in her arms. Exhausted, her hair sat disheveled from its once mildly kempt back state, and the freckles adorning her face reflected in his. A cute little swirl of hair topped his head. Oh

"Just look at him, Richard. Isn't he wonderful?"

Breaking out in a soft whine again, the sweet baby boy opened his eyes. Brilliant light seemed to flash from them. Green! Richard thought.

"His eyes! They're like mine-"

A short, adorable snort and laugh came from his wife. And he paused. She glanced up at him.

"Oh, almost! His left eye is green... He got his right one from me."

Her teasing tone, her brilliant smile. The freckles that dotted her pale and ill face. He was certain there was a new glow about his wife's face. Her deep blue eyes fluttered in his direction. Heart swelling in the moment. In her arms, their son. Brilliantly, what seemed almost a glow. A comfort in his heart. Saddling into the bed beside her, he held them both. Her head resting on his shoulder.

"Congratulations!"

A wise, mellow voice piped from the edge of the bed. The voice was fitting of the beard and wisened eyes he had. Cloak and apron messy from the ordeal.

"Thank you, Merlock. We were panicked when she went into labor so soon. Greatful you happened to be in town for it."

Adelle had seconded Richard's notion with a nod of her own as her attention refocused on her son. Merlock held his attention for a moment more, and at least one of Adelle's ears as he spoke.

"I feel great magic from that boy. There was a light in him, I'm sure you feel as you hold him. -"

Merlock paused at the end of his thought. There was something more he wished to say, but not now. The news would most certainly sour the moment. Richards' face grew concerned. The trio hadn't adventured for the better part of a decade and some odd years for him not to notice when the spry wizard had important words to say. It was how they'd managed to survive most of it, trusting his counsel.

"Speak."

Adelle had prompted this request. Quiet and with all the concern a mother could hold. Her gaze didn't move from that of her sons. Merlock hadn't been her adoptive father for the better part of twenty years; he knew better than to keep things from her. Even if the knowledge would hurt. It would always give them a better chance of making it through what was to come.

"You know he's destined for greatness. We all saw it in the Fortune Kings' cavern. All the riches that would befall us. Your boy and the subsequent vanquishing of the userpers hold on our world. The boy is destined to defeat the demon king."

The room seemed to grow icy with the sudden news. Merlock's eyes became dispondent as he hadn't stregenth to look directly at either, his gaze wandered vaguely around the boy. A tear from his mother patted by the edge of the boy's swaddling, and he stirred at the tear from his mother, his soft coos growing. She hadn't known war for her entire life, the pain of losing her parents and home, the passing of a previous spouse, and an illness brought upon by one of the demon kings: High Knights. To not know the dangers ahead. 
It hurt, a lot. But they could do it.
Looking into her son's eyes. His beautiful eyes. She was sure they had a certain glow about them. He could do it.

"I'm so, sorry.-"

Merlock feared this was too much. I'm sorry, Adelle. I haven't the strength to fight against fate. Believe me, I would move the cosmos for you, my daughter... The thought left him sick that he really couldn't. In a somber shock, Adelle and Richard gently held his gaze. Each a little teary-eyed. His daughter weakly grabbed in his direction. The wizard's mind rushed to nights from when he'd first found her. She'd panic in her sleep, nightmares too terrible for a child to remember. Awaking, with tears, she would beg him to hold her.
Gladly obliging, he saddled the opposite side of the bed and the trio pulled one another close. They could do this.

"He can do this."

A runny nose, teary-eyed response from Adelle. gave the family hope. As their cares and worries began to drift for a moment. Refocusing on the boy at hand. 

"What should his name be?"

Glancing at now two of the three most important men in her life. She gave each an expectant, teary smile. Like they would know what to do next. She went back to her son, holding him up a bit more to look into his eyes.
In a moment of panic, Murlock and Richard glanced at each other. What were they supposed to name the boy? The glance was held only for a moment or so, but the two men counseled on the issue at hand in record time. Murlock thought: Surely I have no say in this. He's your boy! With pointing eyes, a retort from Richard. I don't know what I'm doing; every name I've suggested, she's shot down. And yes, you have to help! She won't let you not help.

"How about... Reginald?"

She shot a steely eye at her husband. And in a very not-coy tone.

"No"

The three sat intently, looking at the boy. He almost seemed to be intently looking back.

"We each give him one name."

Okay, here it comes! The setup has been legendary! Mark had mentally sat up straight. To his surprise, the fall wasn't to his death. It was to be reborn! In the waking moments he had, there had been a great fog; memories and experiences of his past life seemed to gradually float away. But upon mention of him supposedly being super cool, he locked in. Just don't give me an awful name. Thank you, new mom. Reginald isn't for me.

"A name, befitting the boy who will shake the world. Sotryaseniye mira"

Yesss, legendary pull, wizard man!

"No. One name. You get to pick his middle name."

Huh, what do you mean, mother dearest?  Murlock seemed a little defeated at his rejected name. Still, he steadied himself again and spoke.

"It is a family name, carried by my grandfather. Diogenes?"

The wizard hesitantly looked for his daughter's approval. He was relieved as she seemed to beam at the name. And nod in agreement. The baby boy, now secondly titled Diogenes, looked quite bright-eyed upon hearing the name.

"Look, it's almost like he already recognizes it."

The giggle in her voice had returned. Relief filled the old wizard as he had accomplished this monumentous task. Despite this, and his at-ease slouch that returned, he kept an intensity with which he watched the boy; he seemed all too keenly aware, somehow. But now, unfortunately for his son-in-law, Adelle's eyes had found their way to the next target. Richards' mind had gone blank.

"Hhhhh- Honey? He shall carry our family name?"

He was playing it safe. He'd lost this game already too many times to count, leading up to their child's birth. She excitedly looked at the boy.

"Diogenes Murphy!"

Wait, mother! Fate was cruel.

"How about..."

No, this cannot be. I just got here! It can't end like this!
In a cruel turn of events. Diogenes Murphy saw what was coming. previously, Mark had attained the nickname Tally Mark early on in life. This name managed to seep into every social facet of his life. For a brief period of two years, Mark had managed to escape the childish nickname until a fateful work party, when the wife of one of his coworkers happened to be a student at his high school. And recognized him as: Tally Mark. Cursed for life with a childish bit, that had lasted for twenty-three years of his previous twenty-eight. He despised his name for that reason.

"Mark."

Nooooo! Mark Diogenes Murphy burst out into tears and cried. With all the force a newborn could make. Had that been? No, surely not? The tension in the child's eyes looked like fear? Murlock was sure of it.

"I do not feel as though he is fond of the name, Adelle, dearie!"

The wizards' vouch for the boy was in vain. Despite wrestling to calm the screaming child. His daughter's resolve was sure.

"He'll learn to like it! There's purpose in names! They're his names and I know it!"

Richard slid in as he motioned for his son. He was a man who ran by instinct. Lovingly kissing his wife on the head, he motioned that he wished to hold his son.  The pint-sized baby of fury seemed to go dormant the moment he was held to his father's chest. Richard softly reverberated the hum of his favorite fairytale. One about a boy who became a god.
The sudden quell in the room was greatly appreciated by all. It had been an adventurous evening. As Richards' humming of the tail continued, the four of them couldn't help but ponder where their adventure would go next.