The Last King
His childhood was spent within harsh rock tunnels buried deep within the mountains of the Ramtops. For as long as he could remember, he and his family had toiled to fuel the ambitions of a dark and terrible witch. He remembers cowering from the Crone's ever present gaze, suffocating under her unyielding laws, watching as her empire crept over the mountains and across the continent.
When he was sixteen he and his family were forced to flee from the Copperhead mines, which had been their home for generations. A few villages in the lands surrounding their mountain had foolishly defied the Crone and as an example and a reminder to the people to obey her will, the Crone unleashed her magics upon the land. Her first punishment upon her fearful subjects was to tear Lancre through time, tormenting and breaking the bonds of friendship and family of those trapped on either side of her foul spell.
And when she turned her eye towards his clan, his family had no wish to discover what further horrors she could devise. They abandoned their mines and fled towards the Sto Plains where the Crone's power did not yet hold sway. He was the only one who made it through the witch's domain alive.
Alone, burdened by his memories and his guilt, he found his way to that city to which all roads led.
In Ankh-Morpork he discovered a people suffering under centuries of misrule by the line of Patricians who, one after another, had slowly bled the city of its soul. Since the fall of the line of kings, the glorious pearl of the disc had been plagued by unrest and turmoil. Without a royal hand to guide them, the city had been plagued by a warring oligarchy and a succession of Patricians who, not having the grace of kingship to grant them legitimacy, had needed to maintain a secret security force and used intimidation and torture to preserve their rule.
He had come to the city at a time when yet another coup was under way, another underhanded attempt to place yet another unworthy ruler at the foot of the golden throne. He watched the government fall into disarray, as a dragon terrorised the city and caused the downfall of Snapcase the Psychoneurotic. He had seen that the city could mount no defence against the beast, and though pawn after pawn, pretender after pretender had been sent in to slay it and claim the city as their prize, all had fallen.
He had looked upon the evils that plagued his land and accepted the responsibility to which he had been born. Upon him rested the wishes and expectations of a kingdom and all its people, and he had to protect them whatever the cost.
With the mantle of destiny heavy around his shoulders, his unbroken sword grasped tightly in his hands, he boldly faced the horror that tormented his city and, in bold and magnificent battle, singlehandedly slew the beast. And as he stood before his people, basking in their cheers and adulation, all the world finally saw that the mark of kingship rested upon his brow.
And thus the line of kings reclaimed its rightful place upon the golden throne of Ankh-Morpork.
And all saw that grace and nobility had finally returned to the greatest city on the disc.
And the glory of the King's Majesty had no bounds for he burned with the power of destiny and any place that his gaze fell would find itself healed of all evil.
His determination to spread justice across the disc shone brightly and all who felt its touch, if they had even smallest bit of goodness in their hearts, were reduced to tears and clamoured to join his crusade.
He basked in the unshakeable faith of subjects who knew he could do no wrong, who knew that nothing he did could ever be wrong.
He called upon the men and women of his kingdom to sweep across the plains and eradicate evil wherever it was found. Whatever the species, gender or age, down to the last foul and unrepentant creature, all must be slain if they served the dark. Human, troll or dwarf, old or young, alive or undead, all the vile and terrible creatures across the disc who, by their unwillingness to bow to him, verified the the evil in their hearts.
And his armies swarmed over the land, converting ever more subjects to his expanding empire, spreading the benevolence of his rule. With unyielding resolve he pursued his quest to realise the final triumph of good over all the forces of evil.
He is Carrot the Righteous, Last King of Ankh-Morpork.