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"A throne sits on the horizon. I will be the one to take that throne. Seize it before anyone else can."
Io, "the One-Eyed Shrike."

Her goal is to lead a large enough group to take over and dominate a significant portion of the wasteland. Her first step is wiping out any tyrants, to make what she sees as her future kingdom.

[i]This is the story of a young sparrow. The forest had become rotten and destroyed. Loggers destroying her home and food was running low, and the sparrows were starving. But there was one group who hoarded all the food as the forest began to be destroyed; the owls, hiding in their lush green tree at the center of the forest. The sparrow went, not listening to the cries of her colleagues. She arrived straight at the owl's doorstep.
"Owls, surrender your food. We only need a small cut to get by."
But when the owls responded to the young sparrow, they struck out her left eye, and tossed her to the earth. Her feathers caked by ash and blood, never to fly again. The poor sparrow, consumed by anger, her desire to fly again, and rule the once great forest, became a shrike, and decided to form a group of the strongest she could find. To cleanse the forest of the loggers that had destroyed her home, and to take her place in the lush green trees that she deserved.

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