Blackfeather Woods Parasites in my stomach

Funny, the things that had gone over his head or he had merely ignored when he had been here. Entrapped in his learning, the knowledge this place offered, he had failed to notice so much that now attracted his attention in volumes. So eager had he been, so naive. But that had changed but a few days ago, when he saw the head. It had been most decomposed, nothing but staring sockets and frozen bits of flesh. He had recoiled, thinking that he had happened upon a burial site. 
But there had been no body. 

"Why is there a head?" He blurted, face heating quickly, but steady in his resolve. But a moment later, he clarified. "I found a head. By the border." He said, watching her carefully. He had his suspicions, his fears, and what came to mind was the dark, nightmarish glory that was Nemesis. And her terrible, terrible wraith, that he had not since seen but that was easily gleaned from her imposing presence. He had no qualms in asking his mentor, though still he was nervous.