Private Merlin Shuffle, from the 54th British infantry brigade, did not ask for this.

Starving, constant headache, trench foot, dirty clothes, and those were just some of the negatives.

Trapped in the trenches with his fellow soldiers, Merlin was fighting what he thought was his last battle. Millions of soldiers were dead on the field, the artillery constantly hitting near their location, and all he ever wanted was to end this war.

But one faithful decision from his officer told him everything, they were going to charge and be prepared to die. but the moment they charged into the enemy's trenches, an unfortunate tragedy occurred, Merlin was shot and killed.

He then woke up in a forest somewhere, it was calm and content, or so he thought. Now trapped in what seemed like another war, Merlin could only pray he could survive this war, and he must fight with... Ponies?