Mending the past

Nico's P.O.V
Nico was shocked. Hermes was telling him, of all people, that he had a chance to change the past. Hermes said it was because he had helped the gods, and proven himself a hero by surviving Tartarus. Of course he was skeptical. Hermes wasn't known to be able to control time, and Nico had learned never to start a quest blindly. Hades had taught him not to trust the gods. On the other hand, this was a one-time opportunity to change the one thing that had nearly driven him mad, that had changed his life permanently. Bianca. He had a chance to save her, and he wouldn't pass it up for the world. However, he knew someone who might, and it was ultimately her decision. He walked away from Leo's cabin with his mind moving a million miles per second. Two hours later, he was ready. He wiped the dirt from his hands, and pushed some pasta and strawberries from Camp Half-Blood into the makeshift grave. Nico sat down, closed his eyes and started chanting the ritual in Ancient Greek:
Give breath to the breathless,
Let the damned see the light of day.
Out of the shadows, raise the spirits.
Fill their souls with the blood of the living,
So they will feign new life.
Nico looked at the now smoking grave. It wasn't the blood of the living, but the strawberries were close enough. Some souls drew closer to the food, but he drove them away with his sword. After five minutes with no Bianca, his hopes were pretty low. He tried to predict what she might say. She'd either agree to it so she would have never died in the first place, or she would refuse, not regretting her choices. The problem was, they were completely opposite answers, and Nico still didn't know which would prove true.

Notes

REALLY BIG THANKS to Akuma Diavola(Hopefully spelled right) For taking the time to help Nico's story. I really appreciate it!
-Bewareofthepigs <3