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The Legend of Peter

The Indonesian legend

By Jessen ArdiansahPublished 10 days ago 2 min read
The Legend of Peter
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In the dense jungles of Sumatra, whispers of a lone sniper echoed through the villages. His name was Petrus, a shadowy figure who seemed more myth than man. Born in the highlands of North Sumatra, Petrus was a skilled marksman, his talents honed from an early age in the rugged terrain that demanded both precision and patience.

The legend of Petrus began during a time of great turmoil. The region was rife with conflict, with local militias and corrupt officials vying for control. Amidst the chaos, villagers spoke of a mysterious shooter who appeared out of nowhere, delivering justice with a single shot. No one knew his motives, but his targets were always the same: those who preyed on the innocent and exploited the weak.

Petrus first made headlines when he single-handedly dismantled a notorious gang terrorizing a remote village. The gang had seized control of the local economy, extorting farmers and threatening families. One by one, its members fell, each death marked by a single, precise bullet. Panic spread among the gang, and before they could mount a proper defense, their leader was found dead, a clean shot through his temple.

The villagers, though fearful of this unseen protector, began to feel a glimmer of hope. They started to see Petrus not as a vigilante, but as a guardian angel. Stories of his exploits spread far and wide. The corrupt officials, sensing a threat to their power, hired mercenaries and set traps, but Petrus was always one step ahead.

One humid afternoon, Petrus sat perched atop a cliff overlooking a valley. His keen eyes scanned the horizon, where a convoy of trucks wound their way through the jungle road. Intelligence had reached him that this convoy carried illegal weapons destined for a brutal militia. Petrus steadied his breath, his rifle a natural extension of his body. He waited until the convoy reached a narrow pass. A squeeze of the trigger, and the lead truck's driver slumped forward, sending the vehicle crashing to a halt. Chaos ensued as the convoy scattered. Petrus picked off the men one by one, each shot finding its mark.

As Petrus dismantled the convoy, he noticed a young woman bound in the back of one of the trucks. She was a journalist, abducted while investigating the militia's activities. Petrus freed her, and she gazed at him with a mix of fear and gratitude. "Who are you?" she whispered.

"Petrus," he replied simply, his voice as steady as his aim. "Remember that name, and tell the world what you’ve seen."

With that, he vanished into the jungle, leaving the journalist to recount the tale of the mysterious shooter who fought not for glory, but for justice.

As months turned to years, the legend of Petrus grew. His deeds inspired others to stand against corruption and violence. Though no one ever saw his face, the mere mention of his name was enough to send shivers down the spines of those who sought to harm the innocent. Petrus became a symbol, a beacon of hope in a world desperately in need of heroes. And somewhere, deep in the heart of Sumatra, he watched over his people, a silent guardian in the shadows.

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